"There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Iluvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones, that were the offspring of his thought..."
First words of the Ainulindale
CRUSADER'S LOG
"Since the dawn of time the Valar have lived among us. There presence felt in every passing cloud, every breath of meandering wind. As time progressed Arda has seen four ages come and go. Wars have torn across both Middle earth and Valinor, and every passing year has seen its fair share hardship. Through these hardships, along with the passing of those that remembered, the people of Middle Earth have lost themselves. They no longer remember the promises of the Valar, let alone feel them walking omnisciently beside us.
Though time has ceased it's endless march for those in the Undying Lands, the free peoples of Arda have lost their way. The once promising lands of Middle Earth are writhing in shadow. The Lands of men stand strong with corruption and false gods. Orcs run rampant in the lands sewing chaos and wanton destruction just as they have for countless centuries. The Elves... we left these lands an age ago, leaving it to its own slow decay. The Dwarves however, they waited. The Dwarves lay hidden in their mountain empires hopelessly waiting for a promise given to them, given to everyone so long ago. The promise of one final war. A war that would end all free life, or shatter the looming shadows like a stone through glass. Dagor Dagorath!
During this war the strength of the peoples of Arda and Aman will be tested. Morgoth will find a way to destroy the gate preventing his imminent attack. He will sweep across these lands bringing war and death to all before him. Arda must stand united to break his armies, and end his corruption once and for all. The Valar themselves will descend from the heavens, bringing with them hero's from ages past. This world will stand, or it will perish.
It is for this dim chance of a brighter, free tomorrow that we have forsaken our lands, the lands the Valar so graciously bestowed upon us. We have set sail from the safety of Valinor's harbors for a crusade. We fight to bring light back to the lands of Middle Earth. Perhaps there is a chance that purity may prevail and the once free people will regain their previous glory, and stand united when the sun dies, and the sky is filled with shadow. In doing this we have accepted damnation and exile. The blessed lands of Valinor are behind us now, forever.
May our cause be noble and our aim true, the Belegaer can be a mighty and treacherous sea..."~ Alakcrist