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I am heading west, to a kingdom Built From the ground, 4 walls, strong defences, a Kindom Called winwar, im Rugged, cuts and brushes everywhere, scares from the battle that was among us, without medicine these cuts are fatal.
On my journey crossing planes and forest, Killing Bandits looting body’s for riches to sell, im not from around here, I grew up in a small village east of here, village called rickisted, life was good, until it was burnt to the ground by the 4 headed pyzon dragon, rarest of there kind,
I know this from my father’s book, that I red before he committed a crime of stealing bread for us, I never could face the fact, beheading my father over a piece of bread, Made me change my ways, made me stronger.
