Notes from author
BACK THE FUCK UP.
Take off your girl masquerade costumes, and forget your pet rock collection of some dentist christfag. You want poise? You can have it. You want big, manly homoerotic swords? Go ahead.
But if you want to be a real badass, invest in some BLACK IRON armour. Hell, go ahead and take it, Tarkus doesn't even want it. He'll happily go to sleep in a room full of pale ninjas because he just doesn't give a fuck.
Oh, you thought he was dead? Fuck no.
Get the fuck out there. It's about time Dad went back to his deathbed, the crazy bastard. (While you're at it, smash some golem kneecaps while you're at it, make Tarkus proud, you sons of bitches)