Lord Squeak

The Sky was dark , with the smoke from the funeral piers, soot fell gently to the ground like fresh Snow. The sweat running freely down my brow caused my eyes to burn.
How long has it been? How many years now have I fought the evil. I remember my younger days my youth wasted on the Fallen Lords, dam Soulblighter to hell.
So many comrades I have lost in the long twilights battling the darkness.
There were many clans then The riseings & falling of our swords, killing & fleeing so many battles so many skirmish.
Then Soulblighter came the renewal of the evil the Second Chapter in the story. A little older allot wiser in the ways of battle. The many tourneys which I have been in weigh heavy on my shoulders my experience greatly increased. We fought bravely those days. As we are human & humans get tired my order brothers grew weary of the battle many fell away & others gave up the battle till all that was left was me alone against the Soulblighter.
I sought allies friends to continue the fight. My blood brothers became Cyaín hell, GallowPoles & Corpse strong & loyal friends who right arms I could depend on. Many others joined our cause & together we banned together to form The Cult. I being the oldest member & senior in age is respected for my experience in tourneys & the way of the warrior.
This is my story Grey of hair & Black of eye Lord Squeak sharpens his sword awaiting the call to battle beware young fools I have killed many a better man than you.
Best Regards
LS

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