“Alas, that undead scum is tough. Not the so called players with whom we battled hard and good, no... it was their fans who killed one of our hero, Guzgar Irongard. Curse on their name!
We didn't beg for nobody's help. We hit them, knocked them down and injured them. But that bloody sun heated our armor so much that many of us couldn't even raise their hands, not to mention fighting.
When the battle was almost over, we tried to free our fallen comrade's soul but that damn necromancer didn't let him go in peace. Fear not, our friend, we will try it again and again!”
We didn't beg for nobody's help. We hit them, knocked them down and injured them. But that bloody sun heated our armor so much that many of us couldn't even raise their hands, not to mention fighting.
When the battle was almost over, we tried to free our fallen comrade's soul but that damn necromancer didn't let him go in peace. Fear not, our friend, we will try it again and again!”