The Conquest of the Pythias Noorsemihn in the Straits of Gillenhallan.... As dusk's gloom chased us through Vatical's swirl we were late for a charge left for braver hearts determined by resolve and a resolution untested before this twain's moody reflexis. Chains stark reverberant naked gross gluttoned sound whining in it's reflection on my helmet's red and gold hue, stamped by the grissly intentioned smack of pain and grunting paired by it's imprisoned desperation this was a battle too soon....
