Once there was a wizard, a very powerful wizard, who was dealt a very dear blow by the forces of the Dark.  Dubhaimid had slain his wife and child.  Enraged, this wizard set all his power into creating a warrior to rid the world of the menace of darkness forever!

  He started with a young squire, and imbued him with massive amounts of arcane energy to enhance his strength, as well filling his mind with all the finer points of combat.  The magics of this wizard were powerful indeed.  They created an immortal Dubhaimid killing machine.

  The Squire was set to his task, to go forth, never resting, until the world was free from the menace of the Dubhaimid.  The squire, thanks to the enchantments of the wizard, was more than a match for all the minions of the dark he came across.  His mighty and enchanted blade chopped fiends and gargoyles to ribbons.

  But all his victories rung hollow within the squire.  For he was never able to find the dark creatures before they had already set upon some hapless people.  He exacted terrible retribution, but it was always too late to save the people whose cries alerted him to the presence of the Dubhaimid in the first place.

  Decades upon decades passed, the immortal squire wandering the lands, smiting Dubhaimid, but steadily losing his will to do so all the while.  After a time, the squire merely wandered from battle to battle, no longer interacting with the world save to hunt his eternal prey.  The squire was despondently looking for the Dubhaimid who could end his endless hunt, for the wizard's magic prevented him from ending himself.

  One day, the hollow shell of a squire came upon yet another town burnt to the ground by the forces of darkness.  Perhaps this would be the battle to which he could give his life to vanquish the darkness.  He wandered to the cemetery outside of town, where the survivors were grieving their loss... A sight the Squire had seen all too often.

  Those who laid eyes upon the squire slowly backed away from him, for the Squire's presence after decades of despair was not kind.  But one woman was sobbing too much to notice the squire's approach.  She openly mourned the loss of her sister, and told her sister's spirit that no matter what, she would see that vile army of Dubhaimid pay, that some brave army of warriors would surely save her daughter from the clutches of the darkness.

  A smile came to the squire's lips as he heard this.. An entire army of Dubhaimid!  A veritable horde!  And a child in danger, the best possible motivation!  She would surely be dead by the time he reached the horde, but it was a good enough reason for him.

  He tracked the horde of dark beasts through the depths of a nearby forest, finally catching up to them two nights later.  The horde was dancing around a bonfire, probably the remains of the bonfire which had cooked the little girl, mused the squire.

  The squire smiled, thinking that this was a good way to die.  He rushed into the horde of monsters, swinging his magic blade through Dubhaimid after Dubhaimid.  His rampage was stopped when his sword was suddenly grabbed mid-swing by a very large and powerful Dubhaimid... The blade was wrested from his hand, and the Dubhaimid grinned a grin with far too many teeth.

  The squire smiled more broadly than he had in ages.  A worthy challenge!, he thought.  The wizard, in addition to schooling the squire in the art of the blade, had also given him the empty hand techniques of the monk.

  A few well placed punches and kicks began to bring the monster to its knees... Just then, it whistled, and the horde of lesser minions started to pile upon the squire, weighing him down with their bulk.  The squire, becoming more and more unable to struggle, started to come to peace with his end.  He had smitten many Dubhaimid, this was not so bad a way to end his eternal hunt.

  As the squire closed his eyes and waited for his end, his ears caught a sound that he did not expect to hear... a little girl was screaming.  ...She was still alive!  The squire had a chance he had never had before!  He could actually save a life instead of simply avenging them!

 A sensation the squire had not felt in decades rose up within the squire... Hope.  He WOULD save this girl!  In a feat of supreme strength, the squire threw off the pile of dark creatures that had been smothering him.  He punched with all his might at the large minion that held his ensorcled blade.  The squire's magic-filled fist shot clean through the now shocked minion, killing it.

  Taking his blade back in hand, the squire smiled a smile of joy as he rushed into the horde of darkness, laughing as he sliced his way through the entire army.  When the battle was over, the squire found the small girl in a cage at the edge of the Dubhaimid camp and ripped open the cage, much to the small child's delight.  She hugged the squire deeply, thanking him for saving her, and all the other little children that horde would have taken in future.

  The Squire smiled at the little girl, and thanked her, for she had rekindled in him something he had long lost; taught him a lesson he would not forget again:

 Without hope, there is no reason to fight.