Lone warrior, hand tainted with the blood of his enemies, his brothers have all but fallen in the last fight. He is now left alone, sword on his back, armor on his shoulders and faithfull horse by his side. The last of the great warriors, cursed to forever wander the lands in search of freedom. And now, he is but a shadow of his former self. Why? Where is the glory? The honor? All but gone now, and same is his heart, forever cursed to wander the wastlands of his soul.