"The unflinching gaze of I, Gunnulf Skyrider, my back hunched, shoulders squared, as the longsword whirrs and cuts a wide swathe through the stygian black destroyers, who seek to sully and impugn our lands. Fingers outstretched, longing to clutch the countenance of a stygian bairn and crush the creature into a vermillion pulp. This is what I yearn to covet, glory upon the fields of war, with my banner unfurled and raiment bearing the crest of my lineage! My name regaled in bardsong, my deeds embellished and valiancy of bellowed throughout every meadhall and tavern throughout the known world. Perhaps the day of riven shields, prestige and renown draws nigh, yet only the passage of time shall evince what will occur."