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𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧. 𝐀 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐖𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧.⁣⁣

Cloaked in shadows woven from the night itself, our step is a wisp of frost in the air, a glacial touch against the grass. The misty ethereal tendrils of the forgotten weave around us, armor unseen yet felt, like a sigh from the void. Our presence is a dirge, a ballad to the long-deceased sun, echoing the chilling symphony of the moon's cold light.

The quiver at our side hums with a spectral melody, the discordant harmonics of the restless dead. The arrows it births, darker than the night, are not mere projectiles; they are echoes of expired lives, yearning to serve in their afterlife.

Each footfall, silent upon the earth, leaves behind an icy testament to our path, a chilling memory etched into the world. Our pace, a mournful rhythm, resonates with the somber heartbeat of the shadow lands.

And oh, the mournful wail, a testament to our unyielding defiance against the frailty of mortality. A reminder of our pact with the frozen void, a dirge that heralds the terrible beauty of the eternal night.

Bow before us, children of the sun, for we are the Darkmourn.

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