As he peers through his bone helmet, the blood of his foes wash off from the raindrops graciously falling from the canopy above. Smoke rising from the scorched earth tell tales of a catastrophic battle. A warrior stands valiantly, amidst the many corpses of those foolish enough to test his blade. "not even a scratch" he said, pausing to laugh as he pulled his valorite spear from a dragons skull that lay slaughtered by his feet. Ogres & orcs take they're last breaths as the blood spills into the muddy soil. Off into the distance a trail of dead monstrosities lay still for they to fell victim to the grandmaster's swift strikes. Among the bodies & limbs of foul monsters, treasures scattered everywhere! Coins, jewels and gifts from gods all there for taking. Rightfully earned for this warrior was no stranger to dueling with the likes of evil. He began joyfully placing the spoils of victory into his brown backpack. Potions & coins rattled hitting against each other as they piled into this magic bag that was seemingly endless. The storm was raging lightning struck a tree that lay beside him burning.The rain was getting heavier as it poured down, washing all the blood down a hill into a narrow ravine nearby. He took one last look at his work. The art of war beautifully displayed by the aftermath of this Great War. He Proceeded to ready his horse to climb on & make his departure back to his home. At that very moment the warrior felt a dark presence near. *A giant rat spawns*. The world went dark he stood there paralyzed. The thunderstorm cut off his internet & he died to a #%*^in rat.... True story. R.I.P WANTED: Considered armed and dangerous. Do not try to apprehend his sinister beast alone! Accepting donations for the funeral ceremony. IRC: Althorn
