"HISTORY OF THE BROTHERHOOD"

We are neither good nor evil. We do what we think is right.

 

           For the past two centuries, The Crimson Brotherhood has been wrecked with destruction, riot, internal discord, and the silence of the Night Mother. It wasn’t until 1046, the year that Emperor Titus Mede II mysteriously passed from this realm into the Void, that The Crimson Brotherhood’s fortune began to change. The Night Mother once again began to speak, this time to the first Listener in generations. The Dark Brotherhood, at the time a shadow of its former self, was reformed and renewed with the Dread Father’s greatest of blessings.

           It is now 33 years later, and the newest Listener has just been chosen by the Night Mother, Lord Perrin Al'Thor. Once again, the Brotherhood stands at the threshold of a new era. For the past three decades, it has kept quiet in its last remaining sanctuary, in Kursk. It is at this snowy fortress that the Black Hand has plotted its new course. But Lord Perrin has decided to establish a brand new Sanctuary – one in Rybinsk. For this great undertaking, he has sent the most loyal  member of the Black Hand, Advisor to the Lord "MightyOwl". A young Slavard man adopted by  mercernaries, Mightyowl is a formidable assassin and ruthless opponent. It’s this ruthlessness that has won his spot on the Black Hand, and this ruthlessness that inspired his appointment to found a new Sanctuary.

          The Night Mother has indeed blessed this endeavor, for the new Sanctuary has been blessed with an outpouring of contracts and resources – the entire province of Rybinsk flooding with the blood of the Black Sacrament. The very name of The Crimson Brotherhood once again sends a very frozen chill down the spines of the normal man.

         And you, sweet child, have been called by the Night Mother to become a part of this most cruelest of guilds. This sweet vocation has been chosen for you since birth. Yes, Lord Perrin chose you to bring him more souls, and it is the Night Mother who is your true mother. Now, you await your true birth into this dark family. Perhaps it was a distant friend, or an obnoxious neighbor, or a bitter rival. More than likely, it was a pure stranger. Regardless of who and when, or why, you have taken the life of another in cold blood. It is this murder that has made you a murderer, no mere thief or bandit. And it is this murder that has blessed you – this blood that has baptized you. The Night Mother waits to offer you her cold, loving embrace. It is your destiny. Hail Sithis.