There once was a warrior who stood upon a wall. Clad in shining blue armor was he. His blade glistened, his shield dashed upon his back. But then one day there came a cry around the pass. And the weapons of man was of no use when came the ram. And the wall came down and no more of the warrior was there. For forever changed was he. And he now wanders unknowingly. They call him by many names. Some of flatter, some of horror . But all that remains of the warrior is now forever locked in the wanderer