A soul from the past returns once more.
From a time forgotten, an age of legend and lore.
Much time has passed since on his sojourn he departed
He returns from places of untold wonders, and lands uncharted.
His ethics shifted his demeanor no longer cavalier.
The return of a true blood warrior, something the land should fear.
Good and evil now hold no place in his mind.
However, a reason not to kill is something he has still yet to find.
Like a shadow he watches, learning the ways of the new.
First to fall by his hands, perhaps may be you.
Do not thing this a threat, or even a boast.
Something to be feared he is, by a great many more than most.
So tread lightly, and when alone watch where you wander.
Because prey to the Blood Warrior you could become, just something to ponder.


Caliph Khaseem, Blood Warrior

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Scarlatan, in the year 266 AF.