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No one knows how long it had been since the great burning.  A hundred years, a thousand, an eternity.  All the survivors of the great burn knew that life had somehow managed to go on, though it was beyond the norm of what it had been in the Old World.  It was hellish in every aspect, mutated insects, carnivroius warbands, fuedal lords exploiting the weak.  Life was pain.  Life was misery. Life had Gone On. Then the Conclave saved Man from the nightmares of the blasted, mutated lands, bringing with them technology and hope unseen for untold generations. They had claimed that Man, in its blind ignorance to nature, tortured his own world with

"...it is for the weak Willed, for those who have given in to its temptations... ...the weak of Mind, who use it without thought of consequence... ...for the weak of Spirit, who believe no other path can be taken... ...the Darkside, is for the Weak..." - Doren Everguard