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ㅤㅤ☩⤸₊  THE GOSPEL OF CROWS WRITTEN
ㅤㅤㅤIN SHADOW...〾 ERYNDOR CASTLE.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤSaintsㅤ Fade ㅤInto ㅤDust, Yet ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤThe ㅤCrowsㅤ Keepㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤㅤEveryㅤ Forgotten ㅤName.

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What Was Once Believed To Be A Legend Became A Force That Reshaped Destinies, Drawing Both Saints and Sinners Into Its Relentless Embrace.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ... 𖤓 CROWS SEEK TRUTH
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSHADOWS REVEAL BOTH.

Beyond the horizon, Where The Remnants Of The Shadow Fold Stretched Like A Scar Across The Earth Darkness Continued To Consume All That Stood In Its Path. The Ancient Light Of Forgotten Sorcery, Dormant For Centuries Beneath The Bones Of The World, Had Begun To Awaken Once More.

ㅤㅤTheir Whispers Drifted Through
ㅤㅤNarrow Alleys and Forgotten Streets.
ㅤㅤCarriying Stories Of Names
ㅤㅤThat Should Have Been Buried Long Ago.

𖣂 : Among Them Was One Name Guarded With Reverence And Dread Alike—A Name Preserved Like A Sacred Prayer Upon Trembling Lips, Yet Never Spoken Aloud. Until Then, The Night Kept Its Secrets, The Crows Kept Their Watch, And The Shadows Listened Patiently, Knowing That Every Prayer Ahispered In The Dark Would One Day Be Answered.

THE LAST LIGHT BEYOND
THE FOLD AND THE RUIN IT LEFT.
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Guided By The Creed Lux In Tenebris Light In The Darkness—The Family Of Eryndor Walks With Purpose Through Uncertainty, Guarding Hope Where Others Surrender To Despair. Beyond The Reach Of Ordinary Kingdoms, Where Ravens Trace Silent Circles Above Forgotten Towers And Ancient Winds Carry Whispers Through The Stone, Stands Castle Of Eryndor.

         (..THE SAINTS, TSARPUNK 19')
     PARENTS, THE GUIDING FLAME.
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𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
              𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑬.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
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(Symbol Of Warmth And Quiet Authority And The Light That Leads Others Through Dusk, 1996.)

The Forgotten Brilliance Of Elder Magic Drifted Quietly Into The Realm Of Mortals, Birthing A Power So Scarce That None Could Easily Stand Against It. The Darkness Did Not Take My Name. It Taugh Me How To Wear It.

                   THE CROWS TAUGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤME TO SURVIVE.

Crows Whispered Of Destiny, Grief, And Debts Yet Unpaid, A Name Endured In Silence, Cherished Like A Saint’s Prayer And Hidden From Every Tongue Too Fearful To Speak It Into The Waiting Dark. Where Shadows Gather And Saints Fall Silent, The Crow Remains A Harbinger Of Fate, Carrying Secrets The Heavens Dare Not Keep.


                                    SHADOW SUMMONER,
                                    Ibrahim Eryndor.
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𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
              𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑼𝑰𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑭𝑳𝑨𝑴𝑬.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
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(Symbol Of Warmth And Quiet Authority And The Light That Leads Others Through Dusk, 1993.)

The Forgotten Brilliance Of Elder Magic Drifted Quietly Into The Realm Of Mortals, Birthing A Power So Scarce That None Could Easily Stand Against It. The Darkness Did Not Take My Name. It Taugh Me How To Wear It.

                   THE CROWS TAUGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤME TO SURVIVE.

Crows Whispered Of Destiny, Grief, And Debts Yet Unpaid, A Name Endured In Silence, Cherished Like A Saint’s Prayer And Hidden From Every Tongue Too Fearful To Speak It Into The Waiting Dark. Where Shadows Gather And Saints Fall Silent, The Crow Remains A Harbinger Of Fate, Carrying Secrets The Heavens Dare Not Keep.


                                    SUN SUMMONER,
                                  Rae Eryndor.
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Guided By The Creed Lux In Tenebris Light In The Darkness—The Family Of Eryndor Walks With Purpose Through Uncertainty, Guarding Hope Where Others Surrender To Despair. Beyond The Reach Of Ordinary Kingdoms, Where Ravens Trace Silent Circles Above Forgotten Towers And Ancient Winds Carry Whispers Through The Stone, Stands Castle Of Eryndor.

   (..THE CROWS, TSARPUNK 19')
        AUNCLES, THE GENTLE KEEPERS.
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𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
             𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
(Those Who Guard Laughter And Memories, Holding Stories That Time Itself Respects, 1992.)

The Forgotten Brilliance Of Elder Magic Drifted Quietly Into The Realm Of Mortals, Birthing A Power So Scarce That None Could Easily Stand Against It. The Darkness Did Not Take My Name. It Taugh Me How To Wear It.

                   THE CROWS TAUGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤME TO SURVIVE.

Crows Whispered Of Destiny, Grief, And Debts Yet Unpaid, A Name Endured In Silence, Cherished Like A Saint’s Prayer And Hidden From Every Tongue Too Fearful To Speak It Into The Waiting Dark. Where Shadows Gather And Saints Fall Silent, The Crow Remains A Harbinger Of Fate, Carrying Secrets The Heavens Dare Not Keep.


                                    CORPSEWITCH,
                                  Athena Eryndor.
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𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
             𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
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(Those Who Guard Laughter And Memories, Holding Stories That Time Itself Respects, 1994.)

The Forgotten Brilliance Of Elder Magic Drifted Quietly Into The Realm Of Mortals, Birthing A Power So Scarce That None Could Easily Stand Against It. The Darkness Did Not Take My Name. It Taugh Me How To Wear It.

                   THE CROWS TAUGHT
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤME TO SURVIVE.

Crows Whispered Of Destiny, Grief, And Debts Yet Unpaid, A Name Endured In Silence, Cherished Like A Saint’s Prayer And Hidden From Every Tongue Too Fearful To Speak It Into The Waiting Dark. Where Shadows Gather And Saints Fall Silent, The Crow Remains A Harbinger Of Fate, Carrying Secrets The Heavens Dare Not Keep.


                                    POET WARRIOR,
                                  Sastrayu Eryndor.
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𝖶𝖧𝖤𝖱𝖤 𝖢𝖱𝖮𝖶𝖲 𝖥𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖳... ❦

              𝑶𝑵 𝑺𝑨𝑰𝑵𝑻𝑺 𝑨𝑵𝑫 𝑺𝑯𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑺 𝑰𝑵𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑻,
             𝑬𝑹𝒀𝑵𝑫𝑶𝑹—𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐾𝐸𝐸𝑃𝐸𝑅𝑆.

Realm Sank Beneath An Age Of Shadows, Where Lies Wore Crowns And Arrogance Passed For Virtue. Justice Has Become A Relic Of The Past, Buried Beneath Layers Of Corruption And Despair.

              (SHADOW. CROW. SAINT)
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