A man needs his rest. Without rest the body weakens and the mind grows dull.
Often before battle I would walk the camp at night. Reminding my men to rest and putting them at ease.
I never rested though. Not until the last stroke of the sword has fallen. Men need their rest.
But i can not be just a man. Not now not ever again. I must be an icon. A god on the field of battle.
I have gathered my men once more. Now rest you will need it in the coming days. I will hold the sentry posts. My eternal eyes must never waiver.
by Lord Kilous on 2015-06-08 11:24:22
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