"Which is worse to be forgotten or to foget those who stood behind you"

A Forgotten Lord, for I stand alone, forgotten in the passages of time abandoned by all those I once called friends. Lost in a world that I called home, adrift in a world that has evolved without me. No longer do I know, for I am a relic of ages past come forth from an awaking of a long slumber, for I have returned but my brothers haven't,  So I shall do what any good lord and brother would, I shall maintain the watch and continue onward, haunted by glories past to forget them, to forget who I was, would be an even greater sin than fading away into the darkness forgotten and alone. I raise once more to seek the glory of this land, to conquer and master it, for my legend has not ended, but I ask has yours?