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| I weep for many things, mourning is my principle occupation since my demise. But of all things, more so even than my own death....I weep for my beloved friend and Custos.. Wil Stratton |
| Greetings...however you found the path, my name was once Jerome Calham, I was once an Adept of the Verbena Tradition. In the name of humanity and Ascension I fought hard against the many enemies of the Traditions. I journeyed the lands in my war, and in a small park in Green Bay I met the young man who would become my greatest friend. Wil is a noble soul lost in the turmoil of the chaos that surrounds him, I opened his eyes to the reality of fantasy. I taught him the old ways, he is no mage, he lacks the shard of perfection for that, but he is a good man, strong and keen, quick with a shotgun and fast with a plan. But I am no longer there to guide him upon his quest. My time is ended at the hadns of a nephandi, Wil slew the corrupt one but it was to late. Now he must search for other teachers. I thought for a time that he would find it with Cloe LeGarr, a Verbena whom we once met, he travelled after my death to meet her in New Bremen. But he found her much changed and they have drifted apart. He fell in love and was to marry a young lady named Yi Sheng, but again trouble came. Wil would have done anything to defend his young Fiancee, eventually he was taken, and subjected to some of the most painful acts possible, but he would not relent in his love for her.....but now she is gone also. The Wil Stratton who walks amongst you now is not the man he once was, his fire is hidden, deep beneath the pain and regrett of all the years. But somewhere, far within him, is the purity, the fire, the honor and love..of the man I once knew. |