…I am Yshril. Once, I stood guard over the Obsidian Thread, blade in hand, eyes on every shadow. I kept order when others sought chaos… until the clan I swore to protect tore itself apart. I chose silence over bloodshed. Exile over betrayal. My blade no longer serves a master… but it still remembers what it means to protect. If you stand for unity, I will fight beside you. If you seek to fracture what remains… then you will know the edge of Yshril.