On the twenty second day of the twelfth month of the one hundred twentieth year,
the resolve of the House of Tyrell became manifest within the great land of Fountain.

Long have the faithful workers labored in the sacred places of the Holy Spod.
Long have the militants fought with dreadful rage, superior tactics, and titanic might.
Long have the vigilant stood with their eyes perpetually fixed upon the surrounding land.

From the pilgrimage out of Fortress Delve, to the Exodus from Minotaur to Mermaid.
The voices of the militant rang in unison, and a great demigod trodden forth from the Sotiyo.

"WE CAST A VENDETTA ON THOSE WHO HAVE BROUGHT US HARM."
"WE CAST A VENDETTA ON THOSE WHO WIELD DECEPTION OVER HONOR."
"WE CAST A VENDETTA ON THE HORDES WHO LOOK AT US WITH ENVY."

"WE WILL BEND YOUR MINDS TO OUR WHIM, AND YOUR BODIES TO OUR WILL."

And so Vengeance itself was made manifest.