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Within the centre of trolls bane stands a man whos exterior is a complicated mesh of armour but who's feelings beneath are a turmoil of chaos. Watching the citizens of the town pass him, the man thinks upon the past and the future, what was and what is to be. But within these thoughts come a stark r...

A man clothed in armour stands rigid at the northern gate as if awaiting someone, across the woods he hears the scream. Lowering his head slightly the man looks back to the north and resumes his wait.