A dark looming shadow blots out the sun behind you. As you slowly turn a shreak of trembling fear goes up and down your spine. The air around you becomes dense and suffercating with the smell of metal and blood. A loud resounding clank and echoing ring of metal pierces your ears. An eminent sense of grave danger comes over your body. As you look up at the ominous figure you see the eyes... Blood red.. dark .. you see the thirst for war ... the hunger for your soul...
Your hands begin to tremble and your body becomes cold with fear... With great unbelief you have suddenly recognized this being... As if from some where in the distance you hear your cracking voice exclaim...
" No.. no can't be.. you do not exsist ... You are just a legend of ancient stories!"
Suddenly a ringing sound of mytheril blades break the deaffening silence...
Your body is suddenly warmed by searing pain that piecres your thoughts. You look down and see your blood flowing like crimson rivers over your armor and pooling to a growing pond around you... Darkness falls... Life fades... The last echoing words you hear from a low earth ponding voice...
"Your soul now belongs to IRONHAND..."
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