By Valkynaz Saloxev

We are Clan Darkbinder. In endless duty, we find joy. In suffering, we discover enlightenment. In servitude to the Lord of Domination, we are raised above our rivals. We are the instruments of our Prince's will, and through unflinching obedience to him we are freed.

Where now are the decadent Foolkillers? They are gone, with but a sole survivor to carry their nymic forward. Where now are the mighty Deathbringers? They thought themselves above us and sought to rule in their proud citadels. But they failed in their duty to our Prince, and they have been cast down from their high places. This, then, is our time to rise!

Stand your grim vigils in pride, my churls. Molag Bal entrusts you with the eternal keeping of his dungeons. Be exacting and precise as you administer the torments decreed, for the Harvester of Souls honors you with this task. Enforce the edicts of Coldharbour upon all lesser beings, so that the order desired by the God of Brutality may be stamped upon a chaotic and unruly Oblivion.

Lastly, one final exhortation: Do not be stinting in the aid you are called upon to bestow upon mortals Molag Bal favors. Should they succeed in the tasks the Lord of Domination requires of them, their success shall be Clan Darkbinder's success. And should they fail despite your help—which is not unlikely, given mortal frailty—let Clan Darkbinder be blameless before Molag Bal.

The day of Clan Darkbinder's triumph is at hand!