In a valley, formed by little more than a crack in a great mountain, there existed a school. The school was an immense stone spire, carved seemingly of one single piece of gray rock. The school was called the Citadel. Within its smooth, hard walls, were taught lessons that made the stone itself seem soft. The Citadel was a school of the sword and a school of the soul. It was a school where Reavers came to learn. It was said that there were only two things you could do at the Citadel. You could grow as hard as the walls or you could crack as weak stone would. “To become a true Reaver, you must learn to become one with your blade. You must be as hard as its steel, as keen as its edge and as true as its length.”