Once, a time ago amidst the mountains tall and true a man lay bare the task he wrought to amend himself anew. A blade he rose to serve his kin to defend what all he knew. But the day would come from distant lands, a command to expose the truth.
A weight he'd drag from distant peaks from the heights atop the world. Never near the place of calling to the blades of death so soon. No fear he wore in the face of doom as his blade fell from the sky. In scarlet robes and battle mists the lands echoed his cry:
'I have travelled far and wide, amidst the lands and all the worlds of ice. Heed my call, o' my brothers strong! May we ride together into legend and song!"