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TheZerr

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  • Birthday 10/11/1990

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  1. Anyway it'z zerr and has something to do with 2 things one is StarCraft ( there was a fellow named Zer'Athul ) and second it's my nickname since 1998.
  2. ok thanks anyway it's not zeer it's zerr anyway here goes my post. The Unsong Hero "As the heavy metal sword crushed his frail armor rivers of blood came out of his mouth, his face became red , his white straight hair took a violet color... the sword remained in the breathless body for several seconds until the the night of death pulled it out" Rushing through the corridors of the forth, he could glimpse through the small windows the blazing darts illuminating the sky and then hitting their targets. He could hear now the cries of terror and pain. The balck cape of the night illuminated once more as a second storm of darts crashed into their targets. He knew well that the worse was yet come. -Baelon send some swordsmen on the walls their going to pull the latters. -They already tried that sir...we stopped them once. They were suddenly interrupted by a strange tinny sound and shotly after herd the roar and other screams of pain coming from the little part of the wall linking the outpost tower to the armory ... the wall was down. The boulders were sparse over the ground and those who were still alive died in a long and cold agony. It was over the crossbows and the catapults were in place , the siege was now beggining. -Forget about the walls let's block them Baelon. Move, move ! While the slaughter was just commencing the shrill voices of despair waved out, the fights and even the darts seemed to slow down. He felt his blood boiling. Grasping his shield and drawing his sword he looked around, the slow movements made him see better the horrors, the slow flow of the battle terrified him, he heard himself growl, the exiled beast growled from some hidden part of his soul. He was ready, the beast has awaken, bloodier than ever for the long starve, the chains that kept it tihgt for years now broke and the beast was now freed. Speed, skill and elegance return, memories of the last twenty years fade out as he ackowldges the pure and harsh reality his sword is his only life. One could easily state that Prior or Councelor one could always become but you have to be born like a warrior in order to be one. ... To Be Continued. It works ... perfect thanks jlhaslip
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