As I trudge through the desolate wasteland, my mind is consumed by the memories of the battles I’ve fought and the carnage I’ve witnessed. The taste of blood and sweat still lingers on my lips, a constant reminder of the war that rages on within me. My city, Everblast, lies in ruins, overrun by the goblin hordes. I’m left with nothing but the bitter taste of defeat and the unrelenting desire for revenge. My battle-axe, once a symbol of my unyielding strength, now feels like a heavy burden, a constant reminder of my failures.
I recall the days when I’d march into battle, my full plate armor gleaming in the sunlight, my battle-axe at the ready. But little did I know, those days were but a distant memory, a fleeting glimpse of a life I once knew. Now, I’m forced to confront the harsh reality of my existence: a warrior, a defender, a survivor. I’ve seen the worst of humanity, the worst of the world, and yet, I still stand, a testament to the unyielding spirit of the Dwarven people. But at what cost?
The nights are the hardest, when the silence is deafening and the darkness seems to swallow me whole. It’s then that I’m reminded of the women I’ve left behind, the ones I’ve loved and lost, the ones I’ll never see again. My heart aches with a deep, gnawing pain, a pain that only the cold, unforgiving steel of my battle-axe can soothe. I’m a warrior, a fighter, a survivor, and I’ll stop at nothing to reclaim what’s been taken from me. The battle may be lost, but the war is far from over.
>Soulkyn