So together, they left walking into the distance.
Being of one, but separated by paths walked before.
Going forth into new wonder and experiences.
Being blind, but no longer in darkness, now seeing
through the parted mists that covers his white, sightless eyes.
From the darkest dungeons were light is but a myth,
to keeps on high that scratched at the very sky itself,
the misfit vagabonds roamed, doing great works.
Liberating both people and treasure alike.
Upon the vast ocean they moved,
doing battle with creatures of the watery world.
Wisps of light that could enthrall your sight,
and serpents the size of their air born cousins.
Driven by the wandering wind, to port they came.
Like a wide crevasse, a smile cracked upon Kumanos face,
for one such as he is made of the earth itself,
and on earth is where he belonged.
Overland the group of heroes trod,
being forged by experience through trial.
Going from a group of separate pieces,
They were forged into a collective whole.
Dark mutterings upon the wind they heard,
of an evil that dwelt upon the top of a great crag.
Old One Eye he was called, The Great Harbinger.
and the Blind Mountain Priest knew.
The one great beast, slayer of his people,
was upon the great Demons Back cliff.
Driven was he, like the warmth before the storm.
To be so close, to be able to end the nightmares.
He ran like the very hounds of hell themselves,
To answer the call that was challenged so long ago.
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