( Please read in a Scottish accent for best results. )
" For who, dare say? I dare, for on that fatal day should a man brave forth the second wall', the ice dragon shall await you... it is to be like a lamb for the slaughter, facing the general behind those blackened gates... the man who walked amount us... our journey maker... therefore he shed he fair skin, beneath lay a true dragon I say... says I should never walk amount any other man, and I shall walk like a pardoned criminal. I tell to all those that will listen, I... the sole survivor of the carnage that was brought, I could tell you the tale.
The clash between dragon, general, Demon Lord and Goddess...
On thou fateful morning, the heavens opened above us declaring to " Push towards the barrier, o those of my faith ". And so I pushed. The heavens came again, declaring " Await the Crusader, o those of my faith ". And I awaited.
The man was wee taller than your average human, his build was flimsy but shoulders broad. Without care for what lied in wait, he led the merry charge straight ahead! Says no wee man, but what is to be our fate beyond the gates? We were warriors! Templars of Mordova! To think we outa be holding our tails between yar legs is to believe of ill o balogogo.
"Templars!" I called, to our men it's our sacred duty, and for no soothe did we hid like sparrows! Our conquest was nigh! To heavens abound we charged, wooden and frail our swords... but it was enough to swing DAMNIT! With no other words spoken, our blades raised high above our heads we plunged into the gates!
We were told legends of what awaited, a monster that created your Damned fears I tell you! A mere Trick of the mind wasn't enough to hold a templar back! Ah! But for nothing was it a damn trick of the mind! The women who laid before us put us to fight our fears, man to man! And so we did! We fought against it, I blessed myself with thy holy power of the Templars, and I broke free of the damn curse!
To what I awoke, was not just myself. At the same time I swore the journey maker was having the worst of dreams... whatever thoughts lay within that man's mind was to be without ryme, or without reason to a template. Upon the cursed witch we fought was the damnest large spider I EVER FUCKIN SAW I TELL YA!
It tore through the witch, tearing chunks of flesh with ever damn stroke of the beast's limbs! Ah, but to no avail... the Beast couldn't stop the witch for much longer... nor could heaven prevent the travesty to happen to my arm, nor to my Warriors.
The Journey maker, like a caterpil emerging into a mothin, the man's skin tore itself open, apart, his limbs bent itself to angles not known to humanity, and for good reason.
In the next minute I saw the true form of the Warrior! For fate brought us together, I swear to Mordova it was destined! My arms were fated to be torn from the sheer cold the Hidden Dragon Produced, and the ice was fated to kill my Warriors! I BORE NO GRUDGE I SAY, the man kept repeating the words of a mad man " Where is she... " heaven doesn't know for what damned soul would be looked for by a man, in the next instant the witches head was clean off!
Ah and so it began!
As with the tides, the devil of thee witch grew back her damned head! Ah! But not for long! In the next instant CHOMP! And her was CLEAN OFF!
I survived due to the wisdom of the fated angel... the goddess Mordova came down and saved me... oh what luscious being she been I say? Ahah! LIKE A FAIRY!
The cold in the room was bearable with the warmth that touche me ol soggy heart, ah... The devil. The cursed being many sons have been bore to face! Ah, he laid right in front of me! Oh... if I had movement in my arm, I outa CUT A HOLE IN HIS FUCKING HEAD I SAY!
AHAH! IT WAS GLORIOUS!! THE DRAGON IN MY EYES BORE A HOLE STRAIGHT THROUGH THE FUCKING THING! IF NOT FOR THE SEALS THEN I ASSURE YOU THE DEVIL LORD WOULD OF DIED THERE!
Sigh... fate didn't brought me for to face the devil, but to play witness with the true demon. When my arm recovers, I swear to Mordova I shall take my revenge on that damn devil king... I will slaughter him like a lamb! "
- Jack Moro, Lead templar during the third assualt on the second barrier.