>Who are my people like?From the High Seat of the Queen we march out. The Faithful Servants of the Cult and most Devoted Instruments of the Queen's will journey across the land, spreading word of the coming End. Our armors are smooth and reminiscent of porcelain, with a featureless visage; an Empty visage. Upon mounts of rumbling machinery we ride, gleaming white automatons batted in incense. Through sleight of fist and silver tongues We unite the impressionable masses of these lands, bringing many into unity as one force, roaring in defiance against those who would enslave, eradicate, or consume them; valiant crusaders whom ride upon the Wave of Oblivion, bringing each either to a glorious future or to be shattered on some alien shore.
>What are our enemies?The unfaithful are many and strong. They are those who would grow, who would think of merely themselves. They are those who would look upon Us and see only insanity and cruelty. They are those who would cling to life, daring to strive to be known as Eternal. They may unite out of fear, try to wipe us off this planet; it is of no use. All things come to the End.
>What is our music in war?http://m.youtube.com/watch?v=q5QU-fhyB1YWar is merely a more forceful way of achieving the Queen's will. There is no reason not to be chanting in Her holy name, just as We swore to do until the End arrives.
>What is our most valuable unit?They march. The self has been forgotten; names are irrelevant to We who bring the End. Their visage, armor gleaming white as porcelain with black scale beneath it. They have forsaken their faces, donning a helm that faces all around them; none escape Their watchful gaze. On their person they carry the Order of Isivir, and in their hands they hold bows masterfully crafted by automatons blessed by the Unspoken itself. Once the Unfaithful has been spotted by one of the Nameless Guards' many visages, it seldom stays alive for long.
