Axe at the ready, his eyes narrowed and focused on the pale shuffling figures outside the gate. With a scream he brought his axe down again and again, to the amazement of the guards at the gate.
He was promptly granted entry into city.
He made his way to the Inn as the battle had invoked a thirst in him he hadn't felt in ages. He hoped to sell some items plundered from the dead at the market. He was disheartened that nothing he had found was worth anything,aion gold. A theme that would haunt him, all the way to hell and back....and back to hell and then back again,rs gold, and all again twice more.
He quickly found work, and a few companions, and reveled in the slaughter. He still found joy in the killing, as there was no joy to be found in the loot. He made coin and spent a bit,diablo 3 gold, so that he could survive the increasingly difficult hordes of minions,aion gold, that had an eerie sense of familiarity to them. It was as if he was doing the same things over and over.
Until finally he hit a wall. The minions of hell and dark sorcery were too much for him to overcome. Some of his companions had the advantage of not needing to stand right next to certain death in order to defeat it,diablo 3 gold. They laughed merrily as their spells and bows rang out,diablo 3 gold, and their victims fell.
He watched as they made if further much faster than he could, and outfitted themselves with the finest loot. What they could not use they sold and became merchant kings of the world. The last barbarian tried his hand at throwing an axe, and even at throwing great swords, but to no avail. He simply could not compete with this new class of hero.
He stood on the fields of battle, numerous wounds marking red patterns streaked across his massive frame. His axe slipped from his grasp. His shield clamored to a rest on the cold frozen ground. He fell to his knees, as his eyes struggled to see the party of laughing bowmen and mages across the field. Laughing at their newly felled foe and loads of loot they obtained. He watched as they absconded over the horizon and into greater adventure,runescape gold.
As he fell forward and his cheek met the cold ground, his mind envisioned great battles that came before this moment in lands far and away, in which his axe and shield were of vital importance,wow gold. Of evils destroyed and wrongs righted. Of honorable deaths, and spirited warriors. Of times lost to the ages...
With these memories, and with the fainest whisper of a sigh,d3 gold, the last barbarian died.
He was promptly granted entry into city.
He made his way to the Inn as the battle had invoked a thirst in him he hadn't felt in ages. He hoped to sell some items plundered from the dead at the market. He was disheartened that nothing he had found was worth anything,aion gold. A theme that would haunt him, all the way to hell and back....and back to hell and then back again,rs gold, and all again twice more.
He quickly found work, and a few companions, and reveled in the slaughter. He still found joy in the killing, as there was no joy to be found in the loot. He made coin and spent a bit,diablo 3 gold, so that he could survive the increasingly difficult hordes of minions,aion gold, that had an eerie sense of familiarity to them. It was as if he was doing the same things over and over.
Until finally he hit a wall. The minions of hell and dark sorcery were too much for him to overcome. Some of his companions had the advantage of not needing to stand right next to certain death in order to defeat it,diablo 3 gold. They laughed merrily as their spells and bows rang out,diablo 3 gold, and their victims fell.
He watched as they made if further much faster than he could, and outfitted themselves with the finest loot. What they could not use they sold and became merchant kings of the world. The last barbarian tried his hand at throwing an axe, and even at throwing great swords, but to no avail. He simply could not compete with this new class of hero.
He stood on the fields of battle, numerous wounds marking red patterns streaked across his massive frame. His axe slipped from his grasp. His shield clamored to a rest on the cold frozen ground. He fell to his knees, as his eyes struggled to see the party of laughing bowmen and mages across the field. Laughing at their newly felled foe and loads of loot they obtained. He watched as they absconded over the horizon and into greater adventure,runescape gold.
As he fell forward and his cheek met the cold ground, his mind envisioned great battles that came before this moment in lands far and away, in which his axe and shield were of vital importance,wow gold. Of evils destroyed and wrongs righted. Of honorable deaths, and spirited warriors. Of times lost to the ages...
With these memories, and with the fainest whisper of a sigh,d3 gold, the last barbarian died.
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