/*/ The creed of the Fall of Kings \*\
I am the Fall of Kings. This is my blade. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My blade is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
My blade, without me, is useless. Without my blade, I am useless. I must plunge my blade true. I must reap the heart of my enemy who is trying to kill me. I must destroy him before he destroys me. I will...
My blade and I know that what counts in this war is not the swings we make, the screams of our foes, or the tags we take. We know that it is the blood that count. We will draw blood...
My blade is human, even as I, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it as a part of myself. I will learn its weaknesses, its strength, its fuller, its guard, its bevel and its curve. I will keep my blade clean and ready, even as I am clean and ready. We will become part of each other. We will...
Before God, I swear this creed. My blade and I are the defenders of my brethren. We are the masters of our enemy. We are the saviors of my life.
So be it, until victory is ours and there is no enemy, but peace!
Lord, make me fast and accurate.
Let my aim be true and my hand faster than those who would seek to destroy me. Grant me victory over my foes and those that wish to do harm to me and mine.
Let not my last thought be “If only I had my gun”; and Lord if today is truly the day that You call me home, let me die on a mountain of brass.
Let the Giants stand before us, for we will not falter. Our blades will pierce their hearts and we will walk away tall.
We are the Fall of Kings.