Around 2208 fragments of a document were found on and old style CD-R+ in the ruins of an ancient one bedroom dwelling which once stood on the south coast of old Britain.     The document seems to detail the experiences of an individual or individuals it's unclear in the face of a percieved perceived darkness.     It was largely thought that everything in it was entirely fictional with no basis in reality what so ever but one in a hundred or so had their doubts.     What's written below is currently all that was found, perhaps there will be more.

Incursive darkness (psychology and blame).

Psychology on the battlefield despite our nature cannot be ignored.     I'd best tell you a tale of Templar Boe and Green how they encountered it and didn't fall.     Any moral to this tale you should perhaps create yourself, the hundred might fall to it but will never be defeated by it [psychological manipulation].     Let that be known to those who might face us in conflict.

The battle went on and on across both field and town.

Men went down and didn't rise, time was closing on the day.

The field was bloody a fight would be lost in more than one way.

Within the ranks Templar found swords at his back but won rounds.

How much though, [could he take, could he win]?

Then those swords shattered!

Not all was lost, there was loyalty and light on that field [of battle].

Green stood with the Templar and those shattered swords crumbled to Roundhall's sands.

That day the two gorged on victory but nothing grew.

Nothing was generated only taken and the two took most.

But that darkness did lose.

Although inglorious the hundred took victory!

Now the scorched earth still burns but Roundhall stands.

Grey and forbiding forbidding but void of fear.

Roundhall's here the hundred's home.

Impervious, perhaps.

The curse of OAP

When the first few found their way to Roundhall, even before the main structure was complete, a curse followed then them. Here's the tale of its abatement.

Through victory and fallen on death's nell,

Eight all new knew of it.

After win and before the fall of day,

Eight knew of it.

Nothing could abate that fetid smell.

That preceded it.

All actions were in thrawl of it, the curse of OAP

EntryWound slew it.

Unbenownst his actions were spactotic,

Beneath a wisdom dwelt.

Within it inspiration to drive that final nail's belt.

He did away with convention...

So though his team had fallen and one man remained,

Wound stood tall in his conviction,

The curse would be abated, show compassion.

That day it fell.

The last paragraph is followed by what appears to be a signature 'Templar Boe' strange because no other contemporary records carried or suggest that such is a legitimate name.

The work becomes much darker.

The selfering beast (3)

Amid darken pit of selfering woe, in fear,

Beneath the right outside of light garnering food,

A creature moves within shadowy circles.

Might is right? why let it live?

Why let it spread its chosen bread?

Why let the greed be here?

Darken beast of woe you cry because your time is near,

[with] Dark tricks you try to grip to life to sit upon the kind.

You're known in shadow you're seen in name to hide you waste a day.

Be ready to taste your fear.

So seven embark upon a request to restore power literally, to bring it back from that shadowy place to serve those who might use it for right purpose.     In Roundhall a new time began back then, power serves the Roundites not they it.

Note the actual structure of the document suggests the title is 'Guard of monstrous abomination' with the subheadings 'Incursive darkness (psychology and blame)', 'The curse of OAP' and 'The selfering beast (3)'.     It's interesting then perhaps given that partitions of the sub headings appear in parenthesis that the sub headings themselves may also have done so.