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The Dark Lancers

  • Writer: Belathran The Wise
    Belathran The Wise
  • Oct 30
  • 2 min read

Updated: Nov 5

Legacy of the Black Templars


Among the shattered plains of Cyrest, where the wind whispers with the voices of the fallen, rides a brotherhood feared across all Shadowstar — the Dark Lancers, Cyric’s chosen paladins of darkness and deceit. They are the Prince of Lies’ hand upon the battlefield, his vengeance made flesh.


Clad in obsidian armor and astride warhorses as black as a moonless night, the Dark Lancers are more than knights — they are a storm of death. When they charge, the earth trembles. Their formation moves as one: merciless, unstoppable.



Three dark-armored knights charge forward on black warhorses through swirling dust and twilight mist. Each wears a distinct helm style, their cloaks trailing behind as the storm-lit sky glows with muted purples and embers. The scene captures their unity and ferocity — the unstoppable charge of the Dark Lancers under Cyric’s banner.

Paladins of Dark


Where most paladins stand as bastions of light, the Dark Lancers are a symphony of precision and terror. To them, strength is truth and victory is virtue. Honor is a tool, not a chain — a compass they may follow or break as Cyric demands.


Their order rides across the Jaw Plains and beyond, serving as enforcers, inquisitors, and executioners of Cyric’s will. Wherever deceit and power intertwine, a black pennon may be seen — fluttering just before the charge.


A black-armored knight sits atop a dark warhorse beneath a stormy, overcast sky. The knight grips a lance bearing a tattered black pennon that flutters in the wind. His armor gleams faintly in muted light, and his heavy cloak trails behind, evoking power, solitude, and the ominous calm before battle.

An Eternal Rivalry


The Dark Lancers’ greatest foes are the Golden Lions of Jawguard, paladins sworn to Torm. For nearly a century, the two orders have been bound by a rivalry that transcends politics and faith. Where the Lions fight to protect, the Lancers fight to dominate. Where one speaks of duty, the other speaks of destiny.


Though peace now holds between Cyrest and the Confederation, neither order rests. The Lions polish their blades in the light; the Lancers sharpen theirs in the dark. Both await the day when their ancient rivalry ignites again — a rematch of the Battle of Fates, their legendary clash at Grolantor Hills.



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