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After a few days travel in the rain, hoping your rations hold out, battle after bloody massacre, you stumble out of the rain into a canapied area with a young man sitting on a fallen tree, sharpening a long katana, he looks up at you and you can see the fire in his eyes, the hell he has seen, the wounds he has taken in his soul, you see him tense at your aproach, but then the worst happens, the man rises and charges towards you, a berserker chuckle begining, you want to run, to fight, to cry, but you are frozen at his precision, his right hand falling to his hip, his legs tensing as he pushes off the ground in a spin, a flash of light passes bye your ear, warmth is felt down your cheek, you turn away from the now kneeling man looking to where the blade struck fearing it a companion, only to see an orc, with a ruby jeweled hilt potruding from his throat, you feel a hand on you shoulder...a gentle rasp of metal on wood....and a whisper. |
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" Welcome to the grove, I am sorry for the cut on your ear, have a seat and it will heal, That orc had been just oputside stalking me for hours,You gave me a chance to kill him without an alarm being called, for that I owe you, and I will pay with a tale of adventure, death, treason, and love." Upon hearing the mans voice, like honey it trickles out, you feel relaxed, you motion for your party to sit, as the young warrior with long blonde hair begins to tell you of Ser Skyes Wyndsoul and his many adventures. "Where do I start, I guess the begining, It all started when I met a young lady Melcema Silverclaws. So that is where we will begin. I met Skyes as he was passing through my home, Fantasia, He wsnt a knight by any means more of a rogue, but something about him gave you reason to know there was more to him than the charm and smile, Something said you could trust him, and what locked my friendship was when he leaned over through a barrier that repelled all and kissed this lovely dragon on her lips, If my friend gave him that must trust I surely could.That day lived in infamy, for since then I have seen |
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more battle, more woman, and more fire than I ever could be around one man, he was the walking end. I remember when we were sitting talking about becoming Knights, and a young woman, at the time I knew not who, but Lady Ivy herself, she said simply, that we were no knights if we were we would surely have Seeken out Sir Cool Dude, well at this my friend stood up and began to mount his horse, he told he would return a knight or not at all, the next part is only legend, but somehow Ido not doubt its truth. Legend says he rode for the days and met up with a dragon my the name of Sir Aragoth, walking up to this mean spirited dragon only on the knowledge this dragon knew how to find Sir Cool, My friend looked him in the eye and spoke ' Sir knight, I am led to beleive you know the whereabouts of Sir Cool, I would be most thankful for that information without having to take it.' At this the great red wyrm laughed at the young man. 'What could a runt like you think to do to me?' . With that said the battle began, never before had such blows been given or recieved, the young lad never before knowing the true strength he possesed, drew his blade and laid into the great beast, and before the cloud settled you saw two figures standing, both men, one leaning forward right arm poised high, the tip of that now black blade pointed at the second figure, which shone with the light of heaven, the second figure spoke. ' Well runt I will give you this, your persistent, Well Met, I am Sir Cool Dude and I would be honored to train you squire.' At these words the young man lowered his blade " I am Skyes Wyndsoul, I hail from Dunroven the Great, My blood is that of the Great dragon Wyndheart and the Wyte Wolf, I have trained under the great Sir Ox, and I bend knee to none but him. However I will accept your training, and My title is of the olde code, I am Ser Skyes, and my sword is yours.' From That day on, he wore the title Ser, but was no knight, he battled kindred and garou, orcs and demons, some think he was the devil, others that he was the man to kill satan herself. Me I think he was just a man with a true knowledge of what he wanted. I didnt see him again, only heard his namein meetings, and whispered in womens circles, He left Mel behind, but I dont blame him, he was the warrior of olde, the sell sword, the mercenary, the changing tide for most battles, and when he saw a Lady he would earn her favor, there is the joke if he wore all the favors he had earned no sword could penetrate that much silk. Thats Not the story I wish to tell you though, He wandered on till he again found Sir Ox, older but happier, he has gotten married and has a child on the way, he had just battled the ice beast, and on his way back a warrior stood next to his horse, the warrior was young Skyes, They gave off a feint shimmer of blue, as Sir ox looked at him, he got the feel he knew this lad, dismounting he walked closer to young Skyes, skyes in turn removed his helmet to show the face of one young lad that Ox knew well it was Wynd, His hope for a fine knight, they talked for hours, and before Either mounted again, young Skye had a father, Sir Oxnard of Dunroven,it took another 4 months of training, Skyes was kneeling before the king and Queen of virtopia, His father on his left, and his lady love on his right, as young skyes spoke the words of knighthood, old knights began to tear, and women openly weeped, for never had a truer word been spoken from the lips of any knight, nor had any known the meaning more dearly than young Skyes, as He rose the dubbed him Sir Skyes Wyndsoul, Prince of Dunroven Prime and Knight of the White Rose. |
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