Its almost 20 years since my fight began ! Its been almost 20 years that I began tanking !
20 Years of fighting , almost all the time standing alone , under the sun and the rain . Allies ? No doubt , but they are few , and they have teir own battles to fight .
The armour I wear is the same , and in 20 years the plate its dented , its toughness its not what it used to be . The dents in the armour , wear out my allready scared body , all those ill cured warwounds that in intyenperance of youth we think unimportant .
My sword ? Its edge is dull , more of a parry item then a real killing weapon . I await only the day it will break .
My helm is long lost , and the boots didnt fit anymore , the same as the gloves .
Whats left its only the heart of steel inherited from my father , and yet even he is tarnished , and tired from pupping blood that its allways dripping .
Doesnt matter ! Nothing much matters anymore , the day its near , that instead of bending I shall break , the day its near . The day of the Paladins death .
Life had its good moments , not so many , but suchs was the life I choose . I hoped to be like Achilles , altough he conquered imortality through legend , and I achieved nothing .
No matter now , makes no differençe anymore , might not be for long , but as long as I stand I will be tanking , I shall fight until I die .
STILL FUCKING HERE , STILL FUCKING TANKING !!!
Bring it on , and do your worse , lets see if you are the one to deliver my body to the Valkiries .