South East of England
Born of forest and night, a growing shadow against the rising sun. Watchers in the hinterlands, in the soft places where life loses meaning; torchbearers all, bound to purge in flame the idle posturing of lesser minds. In the ashes of the Andred we will stand unbowed; who now can make war with the power risen in the South? In absentia lucis tenebrae vicunt.
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