- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
The war in the ether rages on... The air even thicker with the dissapating of fallen spirit warriors.
Excommunicado turns to survey whats left of his victorious troops. Few remain.
His once mighty legion of templari numbered in the hundereds, the battle was won, but his foe had far more forces left. All Excommunicado posessed was this handful of warriors, and an entire campaign ahead of him.
The children of apocalypse were too many, too powerful. They were pure automatons of hatred, vengeance. The old man... who was he? He inspired these spectral fiends to ravage the world of men.
He must be killed.
Leaving his templari alone to fight to their deaths once more, Excommunicado began his search for the Weaver.
"I do this not for you foul mortals, I do it for myself, and something greater."