My story begins with an average afternoon in Draynor. The sun is well in the sky, there are trees, some dead trees where I was. Walking northwards, with my Barrows armour being proudly displayed. As I walked, I wondered, that as a man fighting for honour and victory for my clan, I wondered how long I had to fight. I pondered over how long I must remain, in an endless rampage of killing. Days come and days go, but every day, I wake up, wondering why I had to fight...
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09-Jan-2009 20:59:45