Thus I have walked for miles and miles. Traversed the towns and mountains, fought the bandits and the wild, and slept under the stars. All of it for me to get here, and to see the place where I need be.
Then welcome be thee, man with a thousand trouble, and be seated in front of me with your hand on your heart and your eyes on my words. I wonder what brings such a weary soul to my abode.
Here I come, in the dusty road, finding no water and no gold. I only want to know where the castle once stood, and where the Lord makes his room above. Mine is to do and theirs is to die, for the kingdom shall rise from the ashes of the lie.
This is not your first fight, but you should consider, that our Lord there is not one to wither. Other Lords might have fallen to your sword, but the cruel scene of the Kingdom of Fire is one to surely let your heart without desire. They fought you with knifes, they fought you with fire, but in here, our Lord only uses heavenly attire. He is not of this land, and neither is you, from the homeland you all come, and the fight is all of you. Who can I be, a man of small stature, the obstacle in the road of your great nature. A savior yourself you see, but a ruiner is all the future tells me.
I come here not for your talk, nor for your advice, only for instructions to satisfy my vice.
Trice i have been successful and trice I have bled, the blood of the Lords in the land of the one Lord. I will save the land from the tribes of the dead, and the tribes of Solomon shall walk this place instead.
The homeland is long gone, and the lives you led are all but a whisper, but still you cling to your sword and lead your soul into slumber. Then go, do your deed, find him atop his twisted seed. He comes with 14 guards, and a twisted grin, for he is the strongest in the Heartland, the Thunderlord of needs.
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