I know of a tale
Mostly noble, a little sad
About a being
And the life he had

Given life by a God
Like all mortals
He was given a purpose
And a set of morals

He was to walk the realms
To seek his true enemy
To vanquish all evil
To show them no mercy

He does not stop
No rest, no sleep
For his duty's embedded
In his very soul, deep

He has no family
No allies, no loyalties
He swears to no House
No clans or cities

His purpose calls him
And so he walks
Through every plane and mountain
His enemy he stalks

Days and years may pass
His search not ceasing
For that is his purpose
His duty never changing

The only motivation
The hope that keeps him moving
The end of his service
To the God, all-seeing

HE has promised him a reward
It's ready and set
An end to his nightmare
Freedom brought by Death

Penned by my hand on the 12th of Miraman, in the year 496 AF.