Dark Days Ahead

I lie in waiting, knuckles white on the hilt of my great sword. I can smell it in the air.....their intent.....their hate. They are near. They come to rape and pillage. To impose their will on all. But they know not what waits for them. The cold truth is my blade, and my blade grows restless. The time is nearly here. Many battles I have fought, but until now, my indentity has been a secret. It is time to be known. I am the Knight of Swords. And this is my war......none are safe.