These warriors are not simple soldiers. They are chosen, broken, and reforged by the will of the temple itself, trained from an early age to obey the direct commands of the Black Ring Council without hesitation or doubt. Faith, fear, and iron discipline shape them into living weapons, bound not only by oaths, but by unseen and whispered enchantments.
Now, their allegiance belongs to a single, terrifying will: Thoth-Amon, the most powerful sorcerer to ever rise within the Black Ring. Under his command, the Temple Guard no longer serves merely as protectors of sacred ground, they are sentinels of his ambition, executioners of his enemies, and the silent blades behind his rise to dominance.
Clad in darkened armor marked with forbidden sigils, their faces masked and their names erased, they move through Keshatta like living shadows. To see a Temple Guard in the street is to know that the Black Ring is watching… and that someone has already been marked.
Obedience is their only creed. Death is their only freedom.