Silent_Auth0r

The light from the TV down the hall barely reached my room. The darkness was barely penetrated by the flickering light, but within the dim lighting I saw it.
 As always it's unseeing eyes watched me. It's pale body protected by its metal armour. A crimson red cloak hanging loosely off its shoulders. In its unfeeling grip was clutched around the handle of its sword, as well as a tattered standard, it's cry emblazoned across its cloth. 
Thankfully, it imprisoned in its cage of ink I was safe, but all I had to do to unleash its immortal rage was to read its standard. 
The standard that, I now knew for myself, said the following.
'Fool you are mortal for reading this cloth, however you will now be blessed by a visit from a silent apparition in the dead of night to seal your fate. May your gods damn your soul for letting me free. But may you forever live in a state of undeath such as I in an world of swords and sorcery. 
-Sanguine of the Crimson Brotherhood'

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