To take the blows that would kill a lesser being, and continue to fight on. My only ability to protect is to offer myself, my blood and bone and sinew, as a sacrifice. I call to the spirits of my ancestors in the heat of battle, and they are silent. I cannot call upon the gods and see my prayers answered. I must master it more than any warlock has ever mastered his demon. I must care for it better than any hunter has ever cared for his beast. No loyal beasts of the plains or woods, to defend me and comfort me in my pain. No walkers of the void, summoned from the Nether as servants and bodyguards. It is by those, and those alone, that I stand or fall. I command nought but my mind, my body, and my will. I cannot study the arcane and master it to my control. I cannot tap into the Nether and force it to do what I command. In order to kill, I must close with the enemy. I cannot deal death from a distance, safe from the return attacks of my enemy. I cannot incinerate a foe from twenty paces away. I cannot strike from stealth with devastating blows, then fade into the darkness. I have not the capability, nor the inclination, to hide. I know nothing of the manners of the King's court, or the ettiquette of the formal ball. I do not have a quick tongue or eloquent speech. When you see me, I will, most likely, not be attired formally. thought id bring it here cus it roxx my soxx) got it from the guildforum from a guy who didnt write it himself either he says.

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