I recall the sounds of clashing steel, the scent of sweat and blood hanging heavy in the air. Our Golden Troop was deep in battle against a band of particularly...

I still remember that fateful day like it was yesterday, Anonymous. The sun was high overhead, casting a golden glow over the battlefield as the Golden Troop f...

As I sit here, polishing the worn leather grip of my morning star, my mind wanders back to the countless battles I've fought. The clash of steel, the scent of s...