Hacklord Shed

*Hacklord wanders a forest, half of his mind on his dear BrightEyes...the other half set entirely on Shedletsky's end... he sighs, pulling up his hood, as if to shield himself from the world's cruelty* Hacklord Shedletsky: Every Shedletsky....must meet his end... *He unsheaths his ginormous greatsword, dashing off, the weight of the massive sword weighing him down slightly, his cloak flapping behind him*