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  • Warrior Tribute

    I am a Warrior.

    When you see me, I will, most likely, not be attired formally. I will be encased in my steel. It will be dirty, bloody, and battered. I do not have a quick tongue or eloquent speech. I know nothing of the manners of the King's court, or the ettiquette of the formal ball.

    I am known by many names. Tank. Meatshield. Fighter. Brawler. Knuckledragger. Corpse.

    I am a Warrior.

    I have not the capability, nor the inclination, to hide. I cannot strike from stealth with devastating blows, then fade into the darkness. I cannot incinerate a foe from twenty paces away. I cannot deal death from a distance, safe from the return attacks of my enemy. In order to kill, I must close with the enemy. I see his eyes. I smell his breath. I taste his fear. And he tastes mine.

    I cannot bend Nature to do my bidding. I cannot tap into the Nether and force it to do what I command. I cannot study the arcane and master it to my control. I command naught but my mind, my body, and my will. It is by those and those alone, that I stand or fall.

    I have no friends on my journey. No walkers of the void, summoned from the Nether as servants and bodyguards. No loyal beasts of the plains or woods, to defend me and comfort me in my pain. My sole companion is my weapon. I must care for it better than any hunter has ever cared for his beast. I must master it more than any warlock has ever mastered his demon. Without me, it is useless. Without it, I am nothing.

    I cannot heal. I cannot shield. I cannot call upon the gods and see my prayers answered. I call to the spirits of my ancestors in the heat of battle, and they are silent. My only ability to protect is to offer myself, my blood and bone and sinew, as a sacrifice, to draw the attacks of our foes, to take the blows that would kill a lesser being, and continue to fight on.

    I cannot kill with the speed and grace of the rogue, the suddenness and shock of the hunter, or the flamboyance and power of the mage. When I kill, it is a slow business. Slow and bloody for all concerned, myself included. I fight on, pummeled and battered so that my companions may receive the glory of the kill and the wreaths of victory. If I die and they yet live, it is an expected sacrifice.

    I come in all races, all sizes. I fight under a thousand flags, on a million battlefields. I am dismissed by the highborn, scorned by the noble, lectured by the priest, and forgotten by the peasant. Until the time when the trumpets of battle sound, and those who would destroy them come forth. And then the cry goes up..."Where, oh where, is the Warrior?"

    Pray to your gods that I continue to answer that call.

    Few do answer the call. Fewer still survive. It is a long and hard road, this way of the Warrior. Along it lie pain, and fear, and death. Scant rewards and scanter gratitude. At the end, for most, is an anonymous grave on some windblown battlefield…if they are lucky.

    And yet, I fight on. I do not even know why. Perhaps it is for glory, perhaps for fame, perhaps for money, perhaps for my country, perhaps for my family. Perhaps it is simply all I know how to do. But fight I will…whether you appreciate it or not….whether you even notice it or not. I will be out there, on the battle lines. Fighting. Killing. Dying.

    I am a Warrior.

    Death is my business…be it yours...or mine.

    If I should see death and know it is mine, I shall intercept it, I will demoralize it in defiance before I go, I will shred its tendons and slow its progress as it seeks out my faction, and if time permits I should disarm death so that it may overtake itself.

    Should our weapons cross, and our wills collide, may the better warrior win.

    /salute
    Beep


    Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. - (Isaac Asimov)

  • #2
    Re: Warrior Tribute

    Jesus Beep, did you write that? Holy crap that's amazing! I know it's silly but it gave me chills.

    Wow...just wow!
    “Waiting to be awakened by some unexpected thunderous roar, never dying...the sleeping giant lives and will sleep no more”. - John Seabrook

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    • #3
      Re: Warrior Tribute

      I've seen that on the WoW Warrior forums a few times. Amazing writing.

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      • #4
        Re: Warrior Tribute

        I edited it a bit...I won't claim authorship, but it needed a tiny bit o'help. Extracted from a longer post in the warrior forums.
        Beep


        Those people who think they know everything are a great annoyance to those of us who do. - (Isaac Asimov)

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        • #5
          Re: Warrior Tribute

          I think that's taken out of a few of the armed forces famous quotes.

          I know I recognize a bit of the rifleman's creed in there.
          My sanity is not in question...
          It was a confirmed casualty some time ago.


          Light, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to hide the bodies of the people I had to kill because they ticked me off.



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          • #6
            Re: Warrior Tribute

            =D that is awsome right there /shivers (u cant see me shiver.. with my metal armor)
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            • #7
              Re: Warrior Tribute

              I thought It was awesome as well... aye... chills

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