Proffeser Kuhn studied the rubbing. It was late.. but something about it didn’t sit right, it couldn’t possibly be correct. It completely goes against all records.
And yet there it sat before him. Recovered by an Anson extraction team from a labarynthile catacombe in the heart of the city. If only the bastards hadn’t set off the traps.
And It read: (translated from Deep Speech/Rellanic script)
We of the dark, mists and spite.
We who fight those of the light.
We skilled in sleight and plight.
Do solemnly swear fealty unto the night.