"When you walk the streets which I walk every night you are often accompanied by your shadow; some people think this shadow is just a fabrication of light source and object projected onto a surface, and those people at least scientifically are right. But what of the more abject purposes for the shadow, your dark reflection, the reminder of your most miserable hours, your darkest thoughts.
The Greeks had a word for this, and that word was Eidolon, the phantom of our natural form.
They believed in a type of duality which exists in man, and which has been discussed in length in times since then by people more scholarly than myself.
But walking alone at night, often times my thoughts drift back to the nightmare days of hunting and murdering, of blood washing down through the cobble cracks.
Never again will I walk alone, however, the time for stepping quietly through the politics and dramas of the world are over, it is time to take up my knife hand and stake my place.
And this is alongside the people who have shared the most with me, both blood and tears.
These people you could say are just like shadowy aspects of myself, and me of them, so of course it makes sense that we work together for our mutual good since we are one in the same.
All shattered pieces of some larger process, or being, or ideal.
But even shattered pieces of glass can stab at the hearts of those who seek to enslave and oppress my brothers.

And the middle world will be filled with their screams."


-- Holzt Xylander
of the International Eidolon Party