The flag that I once planted as a king I abandoned. And now I reclaim this banner by God my sword and my name. In a truce sealed by blood within this metal skin and all that I own. Blood bone and courage in my veins and the heart that pumps it. Drink from the chalice and be reborn. And the land with me it will change and transform. A fighting man sworn to the quest it is the doom of man that they forget. I have awoken the dragon and all around me the mist of his breath. Good and evil there never is one without the other his brother. Always there where I least expect it it will burn me to cinders. The futures taken root in the present sun. Don't look into my heart least of all your own. No man who is false can win in combat against the truth. When he lies he murders some part of the world we must find what was lost. Hearth and home wife and child were not for me I was not yet done. I never knew how empty my soul was until it was refilled. Mad distemper strikes both beggars and Kings. The Necromancer's hard teachings of war and quest. I am given the right to bear arms and power to meet justice. I have lived through others for far too long. And carried my guilt my causes my sins. I hope in the hereafter when I owe no more to the future. That I can be just a man