We are of the True Amarr. We give no meaning to bloodline, we make no claims to the masses. The Five Heirs and the Empress are but guards for a long forgotten gate. We are unique, recognized only by our movement, our unyielding march toward anew. Those who deem themselves true to the Amarr are nothing but imposters and thieves. Robbing the sacred name from those who acknowledge and carry its weight. Its deserving weight. Those who recognize the True Amarr not as a race or an arrogant tradition but as a road above race, above law, above simple words and into actions and creation, they are deserving of its title. We are of that few. No longer do the Amarr of old conquer nations and enslave. We are the Templars of the new gate, the newfound path, we conquer not people but ideas. To salt fields with corpses if we must. Not for self, but for God.