Still Your King!
Weapon Master: superior (rank 2)
I know nothing of money and power, I was born under an open sky.
Beaten like an animal in the prison tower,thrown into a dungeon to die.
The angels laughed and the demons wailed, I fought my way through hell.
Rivers and oceans of hate I sailed, eyes dancing as my enemies fell.
I was a great king once and was loved by all, flowers and gold at my feet.
But now they mourn and await my fall, for they have no foe to beat.
The blade of the dagger, the poisoned wine, I dream of nothing but pain.
The priest chants with his arcane sign, but his efforts die in vain.
With gods I dined and dragons I fought, my valor knew no bounds.
With heroes I trained, by sages was taught, to guard the blood soaked grounds.
I have lost my strength and am past my prime, the days of glory gone.
I sit on my throne and bide my time, for death to blow his horn.
But come for me and you come for a fight, see my broadsword swing!
Fail and this is your final night, for I am still your king!
Have My Fill!
Slashing Weapon: supreme (rank 3)
I was born a savage and rose to power, I am wiser than I look.
I was taught to ravage and never to cower for the countless lives I took.
I deserve to die or rot in a cell, for all my wicked deeds.
My cronies lie that all is well, that my subjects have no needs.
I know the truth but refuse to speak, I will always need my crown.
My kingdom’s youth call me a tyrant, plotting to bring me down.
A fight to the death is what I want, a noble hero’s end.
A great challenge is what they get, no matter whom they send.
With these withered hands and ancient eyes, I need one last kill.
Come at me you filthy dogs, I must have my fill!
All Your Lies!
Combat Supremacy: supreme (rank 3)
The waving flags and the marching band, they may send you out to fight.
But my finest hour is close at hand, you cannot match my might.
Never forget this ancient war, I shall never grant you peace.
I shall exploit your every flaw and bring you to your knees.
My temper short and my hatred deep, you will burn before my eyes.
I will see your leader cringe and weep, he shall suffer before he dies.
Your armies sweep this untamed land, but this is the final night.
I shall bury you in the sweat soaked sand for a truly beautiful sight.
You heathens broke my sacred law, doing what you please.
I will break every head and every jaw, your treasures I shall seize.
My women you raped and my men you hung, my strength you wished to test.
I shall trap you, the oracle has sung, like rats in a serpent's nest.
Your elephants may charge, horses may leap, but I am as heartless as I am wise.
I shall grant you all some eternal sleep, as the cost of all your lies!