Last Stand

“Thanks for the adventures brother,” mused Jon Darcleaver, a smile creasing his lips as he hefted up his trusty, heavy bladed broadsword. The twenty year old was an impressive specimen, standing over six foot, with the build and looks of a gladiator.
“It’s not over yet Jonny,” replied the quiet deadly Mykal Darcleaver, his older brother by six years. While not the imposing structure his brother was, coming it at under six foot, he too had the build of a warrior. He was however vastly more experienced and a feared blades-man. Read the rest of this entry »

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