Long, long ago, there was a warrior. He was a giant of a man who could be defined as nothing but a warrior. Every aspect of his character, every fiber of his being, spewed power and dominance, like a new-born geyser. To his enemies, his stature inspired fear. To his fellows, he was a guardian. His exploits were the stories told with warm food and good company. Never was there a soul who accused the tales of being false, for each of his adventures was so epic and so outrageous, that there was no room for exaggeration.
For years, the warrior roamed the world. Sword in hand, he slew the wicked and drove all manner of darkness back into its foul dwelling. Soldiers from all across the globe searched for him, braving incredible danger, just to spend at least one day under his tutelage. Upon their return, these men became the best fighters in the world. Their blades cleaved through stone, and their fists bent steel. However, none could ever match the magnificence o