Though our beginning is lost to the mists of time, our numbers have included, Egyptians, Spartans, Greeks - even Romans. Empires have spawned and collapsed, appearing as mere grains of sand in the hourglass, while we fought to prevent the darkness spreading.
Our numbers are few, and our losses great. Yet still we fight on - never forgetting those brave warriors that gave their lives, dying to protect the souls of people they would never meet.
From Axes to AK-47s - Missiles to Magic, we have embraced the technology of death, facing whatever the depths of hell have spawned. We fight to protect the innocent - Those lucky souls completely ignorant of the struggle going on around them.
Our victories go unnoticed, our failures echo through the history books, dark blemishes staining the rise of man. The people of the world remain unaware of us, as we manoeuver around them, sheathed in the shroud of secrecy necessary to protect us all. This is our purpose, our reason for existence and we will continue past the end of time itself.
and the Darkness will cower before the light we bring.
from the Keystone of the Mother House