Alas, the four kings have fallen...I am now master of the Abyss. I look into the eyes of Kaathe..I swear my loyalty as his faithful servant.
I trudge the lonely road. Slogging fights that are always above our ability...cunning and trickery are the only tools that I can count on for survival. The road has been rocky and my bare feet worn.
There is no such thing as a fair and just fight in this world. There are winners and losers. I have seen my share of both. The hunanity that has been collected shines bright in the flames that blaze thoughout the realm and the dark fist at my side. As well, the bloodstains from my flesh litter the landscape as a reminder of my failures. The scars are no longer shameful but reminders of journey.
I am the wanderer of 8 seasons. I have chosen the life of despair. Thus I have indicted myself...
I trudge the lonely road. Slogging fights that are always above our ability...cunning and trickery are the only tools that I can count on for survival. The road has been rocky and my bare feet worn.
There is no such thing as a fair and just fight in this world. There are winners and losers. I have seen my share of both. The hunanity that has been collected shines bright in the flames that blaze thoughout the realm and the dark fist at my side. As well, the bloodstains from my flesh litter the landscape as a reminder of my failures. The scars are no longer shameful but reminders of journey.
I am the wanderer of 8 seasons. I have chosen the life of despair. Thus I have indicted myself...