The sound of battle-cries, the sweet screaming of steel against steel carried upon the sweeping frigid winds. Following alongside the aftermath upon the heels of those trodden the ice with blood and death, the dying feeding his every burdened step. Slow but surely he stepped over countless...
A lone spectre surveyed the field of battle. Scanning eyes over those left in the wake of cold, relentless steel. The dead and the dying. Blood drenched ice formations as it froze in motionless crystalline pools beneath the bodies. Carnage and chaos had drew his attention away from such...
It has been such a long time to see new ad old faces reaching and dragging me out of a self induced retirement from the role play scene... Let's see what kind of trouble I can get into once more..
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