Knowledge of Havoc cannot be traced to its roots. Some believe the clan was originally a band of spies. Others say they were a faction of scribe's who valued solitude. The mystery of Havoc is unknown even to its oldest record keepers.
For as long as records of Havoc state; they have been a clan devoted to knowledge above all else. Wisdom and skill passed down to members, and the cunning abilities they are taught, all help them to gain further knowledge.
The rumors of Havoc grow, but their purpose remains in a veil of shadows. These are the ideals of our clan((Subject to change of course)), to be upheld to no end:
The Quill Defeats Blade -- Knowledge is deadlier than brute strength.
Shadows Breathe Strength -- Some would seek to use knowledge for evil. Our ways must be concealed.
Protect Life -- All things deserve life. Animals and people alike. If the life of an innocent is ever endangered, the shadows will provide a savior.
Rumors will continue, as the silence of the clan remains steady. Forever, Havoc will watch the world from the darkness. Guarding the city of Trollsbane where the clan resides. Protecting the spirits of nature. Remaining a shadow that lurks in the darkness of the cities and forests. Humble scribe's.
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In the shadows of the common life, a select few wander the streets of your cities, the forests and wood of nature, all while remaining unseen and unknown. They're silent observers.. heard of only in rumors and myths. Some fear them, hearing tales of the powerful fighters within their ranks. Some hate them for constantly lingering around a dark corner, just out of sight. Some idolize them for their cunning.. and many wish to learn of their community and possibly become a part of it as well.
You -who notice these shaded figures moving swiftly through the trees of the wilderness, or across the roof tops of the majestic cities- come across what you believe is one of their own. A cloaked man, huddled behind a shop in Trollsbane. Wishing to know the face of this shadow, you approach the figure slowly. Holding your breath, walking as silently as possible, your feet bring you within inches of the spectered man. His clothes seem almost faded from reality and even standing this close, you can hardly see the outline of his body as he sits motionless on the grass. Outreaching a hand towards him.. your heart stops.. and as you blink, the figure vanishes.
You blink again and look about, but find no trace of the shadowed man. As your body calms and returns to its natural state, you notice a small note pinned to the chest of your clothes. Removing it, it reads:
"Arrange a meeting with Synn Lakross if you wish to learn of our family((PM))."
The writting on the note fades and disapears. You stagger back.. and for a moment, you wonder if it all really happened.
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The Havoc
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