From the charter of the Sect of Jackals:
Power awaits in the heart of the ancient temples of our world, and while once-forgotten, it can no longer be denied. It stirs in the deep and the dark, like the rustling of scales shed from embalmed flesh, whispering its promises to those who would listen. It is the sacred truths that fall from the lips of dead men, hushed behind burial shrouds, but unbound by the grave - a voice that cannot be silenced. Their words promise meaning far beyond that which they are given; little separates the scavenger from the king and his crown.
Our code is written in the smoke and read by torchlight, scrawled in blood on ancient stones, and whispered in the hushed voices of an undead legion. The stele, the Hammer: these were only the beginning.
We are the Jackals amidst the flock.
Scavengers, seeking the power of the dead.