It is a quarter of a century since Lady Terentia emerged from the mists
of time, having long since faded from mortal memory. Mortals fell back
before the Transcendental Fulcrux with awe at Her Divine Majesty;
crowned with stars and radiating power, Her weapons glittering with
Justice and Her eyes shining with the wisdom of the cosmos. The
indomitable Methrenton, most resolute of the Supernals, broke down in
Her presence and cried tears of joy at Her return.

Mortals flocked to Her side, adopting Her ethos of Strength through
Valour; yearning to learn from Her immeasurable wisdom and experience.
Though generous to those closest to Her, She was a hard and unforgiving
Goddess, insisting that Her chosen uphold the principles of discipline
and determination for which She was renowned. For a time, the strongest
and bravest united beneath Her silvered banner. Those foolish enough to
challenge Her were often cut down by Her own blades whilst Her disciples
watched, as She revelled in the beauty of honourable battle and pursued
it relentlessly across the planes.

A few years after Her return She disappeared, leaving nothing but a soft
whisper of Her favour in the minds of those closest to Her. Bereft of
the source of their inspiration, many of Her weakest and newest
advocates drifted away. The strong core of Her Order remained true to
Her, confident in the inevitability of Her return.

Before battle, She would speak calmly to Her disciples of the importance
of Honour, Strength, Valour and Courage. The tenets of Her Order. If
these are ideals you could uphold with unshakeable resolve and
integrity, aspiring to cast off the chains of mental and physical
weakness which plague the mortal races- to become as sharp, deadly and
true as the Even Blade itself; speak with me about joining Her
following.

Those of all walks of life are called to Her, but the weak-minded need
not apply.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Tzarin, in the year 129 CE.