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About a warrior's final battle in a manner of speaking... |
| -Death is often my shadow; longing for that final embrace. Death waits with a practiced patience while I revel in the choices made in this life and deny the certainty of my own demise. -I am entranced by the cadance of Death's march upon me; each step sounding the glories of conquest and shame of defeat. Death bears forth the gleaming banner that will end my life. -Death falls upon me with the full weight of my deeds. The very weight I shall bear upon my passing as payment for a warriors soul. The actions that will determine my fate. -Should Hell be my reward- I shall storm the very gates that would imprison my immortal soul, and rampage through the halls of rhe damned. For this is my worth: - A warrior born; a warrior bred; and a warrior damned. I tread upon the blood and pain of those who have fallen before my blade... |