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IT ALL STARTED CENTURIES AGO... ME 1000
When at last he rightfully driven the murderous Morkands back to their scornful nether plane, did great Ysgramor turn and let loose the fearsome war cry that echoed across all the oceans. His warrior who yet stood joined in the ovation for the victory honor and the lament of their fallen peers.
Heard on the distant and chilling wind of the great Atmora North, Kyne the Goddess of Storm knew their time had come to cross the seas.
As the reverberations echoed out and drowned to silence, all looked to Ysgramor. With his lungs that bellowed forth the fury of humanity, he bade them to continue their march.
"Go forth," he roared. "Into the belly of this new land. Drive the wretched from their dark palaces of idleness. Oblige them to squalor and toil, that they would see their betrayals as the all-sin against our kind. Give no quarter. Show no kindness. For they would not give nor show you the same."
Hearing this, the Circle of Captains gathered each their crews unto themselves. From here, they decreed, we will go forth. Let each ship's band make its own way, seeking their fates to the open sun.
A night spent in feasting, the Oath of the Companions was sworn anew, with each of the Five Hundred swearing to act as Shield-Brother and Shield-Sister to any of the Atmoran line were their fates to ever again entwine.
As the red hands of dawn stretched from the east, so broke the Companions of Ysgramor, setting about their journeys, sailing now across the land with waves of stone and crests of trees flowing under their footed hulls.
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