The Warrior's Tale

The Warrior's Tale

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Thrim quickly rushed back down the wall and out the gate, rushing to the now raging battle between the two rival armies. He pulled his sword as he drew near, blood pulsing threw his veins like molten lava. He raced into battle swinging and hacking at the foes in front of him. The first lost an arm, the second a leg. On, and on he went, slicing through the enemy like a hot knife through butter. He wore no heavy armor, and a light shield with an 8 inch spike in the middle of it. Thrim was quick, agile, and very strong.
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I would have claimed the glory. Instead, my brothers fed me shame. I kneel beside the great mountain altar that saddles the oceans of our world. Waves rage. Pillars of white marble and shimmering silver pierce the volcanic peak. Around us swirls a noble selection. The great Gold Houses of Venus claim the best of our year. Their ships slice the aquamarine waves, cutting across a world of froth and fortified islands for Olympus. None will come to claim me. Though fresh blood drips from my face, I was denied the scar of the Peerless. My guardian thinks he has broken me, but he's wrong. While his sons collected seashells, I collected scars. I am the blood of Akama the Stormwind, who fell in the Iron Rain with Silenius Lightbringer. Daughter of Anaxa au Caecilli, who held the Mons Miraldi for two years against the Obsidian Hordes, unrelieved. My honor and pledge demand satisfaction. I will steal the Virius's glory as he stole mine . . . . . . or die, a woman on fire.

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