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"There have been reports of Iron Legion commanders disappearing in the dead of night only to be found crucified outside their forts."
"Our scouts report the same things happening to the other factions. Some of the Warborn commanders were beheaded and the bodies were found drifting in a river."
"The Chosen found some of their commanders hanged on the outskirts of the Myre."
"The only mark these... ghosts leave are the symbol of Damocles. These ghosts are not picking sides, they are picking their prey. Those who had abandoned their comrades in battle or never looked after their warriors."
"There must be something we can do. Their cause may be honorable, but we are in the middle of the fourth year of war! We cannot afford to lose commanders, and by extension, the territories they hold." Sounds of agreement rang throughout the War Room. The Lord Warden sat at the head of the table, surrounded by her generals and commanders "These men will bring nothing but trouble. Lord Warden, we should carry out an order to eliminate these troublemakers once and for all!" "Agreed! No small band of warriors can do this much damage against all the factions. Who's to say that they are not amassing an army and await to strike us when we least expect it!? We are in the middle of a war! We cannot afford to be sidetracked, so we must deal with these troublemakers now before it's too late!" The sounds of the War Room where silenced when the doors were kicked open and three black-armoured Centurions stand in the entryway. An unnatural breeze swept through the room, causing some of the candles to go out and nearly plunge the room in to darkness. The air grew colder and everyone felt as if their blood were frozen. Damocles walked inside until he was facing the Knights "You know who I am" Though no one could see it, but the Lord Warden knew his eyes gazed at her "And you know what I do. It is true that I amass an army but quell your fears for I do not intend to attack you when you least expect it." The Knights felt themselves shudder at what he said next "Unless you give me a reason to, then pray to the Gods for mercy, for I shall give you none." Damocles let his eyes gauge the reaction of the Knights, most of them were afraid. Others, remained stoic and kept their mouths shut. Nodding a bit "If I see or hear one act of treachery, then you will find yourself facing the Order of Damocles." He turned around to exit the room before stopping mid-step "Damocles is not one man, but a title. The will that drove us to survive our life-ending wounds and take vengeance to those who had wronged us and bring justice to commanders who turn their back on their soldiers is what makes us Damocles. Through us, the Order of Damocles is born." He turned back around and pointed his Gladius at everyone threateningly "And our mission is to judge the cowards that have abandoned their men and bring them to justice. Dead or Alive." He dropped his stance and walked out of the room. The War Room was silent 'till the Lord Warden slammed her fist on the table "You are all dismissed, we have discussed enough for today. This meeting will continue tomorrow." As the Lord Warden walked off, she thought 'You better pay me back for covering for you, Marcus.'

Description
"There have been reports of Iron Legion commanders disappearing in the dead of night only to be found crucified outside their forts."
"Our scouts report the same things happening to the other factions. Some of the Warborn commanders were beheaded and the bodies were found drifting in a river."
"The Chosen found some of their commanders hanged on the outskirts of the Myre."
"The only mark these... ghosts leave are the symbol of Damocles. These ghosts are not picking sides, they are picking their prey. Those who had abandoned their comrades in battle or never looked after their warriors."
"There must be something we can do. Their cause may be honorable, but we are in the middle of the fourth year of war! We cannot afford to lose commanders, and by extension, the territories they hold." Sounds of agreement rang throughout the War Room. The Lord Warden sat at the head of the table, surrounded by her generals and commanders "These men will bring nothing but trouble. Lord Warden, we should carry out an order to eliminate these troublemakers once and for all!" "Agreed! No small band of warriors can do this much damage against all the factions. Who's to say that they are not amassing an army and await to strike us when we least expect it!? We are in the middle of a war! We cannot afford to be sidetracked, so we must deal with these troublemakers now before it's too late!" The sounds of the War Room where silenced when the doors were kicked open and three black-armoured Centurions stand in the entryway. An unnatural breeze swept through the room, causing some of the candles to go out and nearly plunge the room in to darkness. The air grew colder and everyone felt as if their blood were frozen. Damocles walked inside until he was facing the Knights "You know who I am" Though no one could see it, but the Lord Warden knew his eyes gazed at her "And you know what I do. It is true that I amass an army but quell your fears for I do not intend to attack you when you least expect it." The Knights felt themselves shudder at what he said next "Unless you give me a reason to, then pray to the Gods for mercy, for I shall give you none." Damocles let his eyes gauge the reaction of the Knights, most of them were afraid. Others, remained stoic and kept their mouths shut. Nodding a bit "If I see or hear one act of treachery, then you will find yourself facing the Order of Damocles." He turned around to exit the room before stopping mid-step "Damocles is not one man, but a title. The will that drove us to survive our life-ending wounds and take vengeance to those who had wronged us and bring justice to commanders who turn their back on their soldiers is what makes us Damocles. Through us, the Order of Damocles is born." He turned back around and pointed his Gladius at everyone threateningly "And our mission is to judge the cowards that have abandoned their men and bring them to justice. Dead or Alive." He dropped his stance and walked out of the room. The War Room was silent 'till the Lord Warden slammed her fist on the table "You are all dismissed, we have discussed enough for today. This meeting will continue tomorrow." As the Lord Warden walked off, she thought 'You better pay me back for covering for you, Marcus.'