A scene from Noir

It is a story as old as history itself. It was a thousand years ago, at the end of the tenth century, when people finally saw the true shape of this world. There had been an abominable plot, an attempt to gain power. Many people were killed, neither the old and infirm nor the youngest child were spared. The worst atrocities that man could commit against his fellow man were committed. But there were those who survived that hell, people who saw the depths to which men could descend with their own eyes. And those people understood; they knew then the true nature of man, that the earth was filled with evil and despair. Those who had survived swore to each other that they would seek revenge against this world, that they would help the weak and the persecuted, that they would realize justice on this earth. They swore a vow of secrecy and loyalty, and from that seed the roots of the Soldats first took hold in the land of men. The blood of the Soldats will seep throughout the wilderness and flow into the great river. The seeds of the Soldats scattered to the wind, taking up secret lives in the darkened shadows of human society...in every part of this world where men might live.