The marsh of Chalimber was a merciless hell. It was rumored that the very waters was the blood of an abundant dead adventurers. However, one man was all but afraid. Norn, a ferocious barbarian, protector of the eastern tribe. He stood a mighty seven feet tall and carried a gigantic great axe. As he walked across the percarious landscape the water rippled from the stamping of his boots. He knew not where he was to go but his feet carried him on. His dark grey hair ruptured in the wind. All his of mind was clouded with thoughts of his home and the lingering feeling of loneliness.
Its getting late i might continue this later
06-Oct-2012 06:27:02
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