By Discordance,
By Chaos,
By the Doom on the Wind,


Foes cast harmony and tradition as shackles over what the Doomguard stands to defend. Defend it we will.

Let the challenge be plain and honourably made, for we have naught to fear, clad in our commitment. We state our war upon the Guild, who endure and promote endurance, and who broker what is made to drift apart.

Let the world, too, bear witness. Shall any of us seek shelter, let it forebode the failure to come on the day when all shells break. Shall the Guild manage to endure, let this eventuality be recognised. Else, our Chaos-wrought triumphs shall be seen manifestly.


In Ruin!

Penned by my hand on the 16th of Aeguary, in the year 1017 AF.