Once the order of Voln stood for something. Its members were true heroes. Men, and women, who took up arms to protect their homes and families. They fought and died for causes great and small. Evil and cruelty in all forms was crushed and those who came before our generation earned great praise. I honor their memory and hope one day I shall be worthy of equal respect.
Today our order is but a shadow of its former glory. Our numbers are filled with self-serving cowards and impotent zealots and we no longer have the respect of the people. We have lost our way. Our members routinely turn a blind eye to evil in their headlong rush for power. All manner of scum and villainy goes unchallenged, even those pathetic fools who walk the path of Kadaena and feed the Unlife. We have lost our honor. Why have we fallen so far? Are we incapable of the great deeds our order accomplished in the past? I say no! We have been betrayed. The blame for the decline of our order lies at the feet of our leaders, the Grandmaster and his flunkeys. The Grandmaster is a coward; he preaches the path of safety and toleration of wickedness. You can not bargain with the Unlife! It's coming must be fought at each step and it's tools and slaves taken away at each turn. Yes the battle against the undead is important but it is not the only battle we must fight. Despite what the Grandmaster preaches endlessly hunting undead is not the true purpose of the order of Voln. We are meant to be the guardians of the lands and all that which is noble and just. The order forsakes it's true purpose and the lands suffer.
