On a stormy night he came to town in a beautiful steed, a steed of an unusual size, for it was of enormous size and as black as the cursed nights.
He himself was of an outstanding stature. He was dressed in the darkest of armor but a strange glow resonated from it, His hair a silver touched white waterfall as it flowed down his back. His eyes red as crimson blood from the purest virgin, and a scar over his left eye down his cheek,his skin as white as the winter snow but strangely a touch of gray.
At first glance you would take him as a lord,for his armor and horse bared a crest of an unknown house. His sword along with his armor crafted from rare materials
likes not seen in this town. His sword even though was as big as him, he carried it as if
it didn't encumber him.
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