San'layn

Brackul

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(US) Emerald Dream

Dwarf Blood Death Knight

San'layn

Brackul, the death knight, roams the land, With armor black as night and a gauntleted hand. His eyes, as cold as ice, peer out from underneath, A helmet that's adorned with spikes and teeth.

Once a noble warrior, full of grace and might, Brackul now serves a dark and evil might. His soul was claimed by death, and so he fell, Into the service of the undead hell.

But though his heart is cold, and his mind is blurred, Brackul still remembers the person he once was. He fights with power unmatched, and a skill unrivaled, Hoping that one day, his soul will be reconciled.

And though he's feared by many, and hated by some, Brackul is more than just a mindless monster on the run. For in his heart, there still burns a tiny flame, Of the hero he once was, and the man that he became.

So let us not judge Brackul, for the path he's taken, But rather remember the sacrifice he's forsaken. For he's a tragic figure, in a world of pain, Struggling to hold on, to his humanity, in vain.