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Chapter 8

Remembering the past, and looking to the future.
Added Sat Jan 24 17:44:22 2009 at level 29:

As I think back, I cannot help but remember the last time I looked
upon my home. Our home was small, nestled just off of the town
green. The village itself was also small, just a days hike away
from Darsylon. I remember my father standing in the doorway of
our family tannery, looking at me with saddened eyes as i bid
him farewell. Like many within our village, my father was
content to live in peace. Although many in our village prided
themselves upon being pure, and good of heart, very few would
take up arms against the encroaching darkness. They simply
went about their lives oblivious to the strife in the world
around them.

My father and I had argued at great length about my desire to make
my way to Darsylon proper, and begin tuitiledge as a Paladin. Even
though my father worshipped the Lady Baerinika as I had come to, the
thought of bloodshed and murder disgusted him.

Although I had the utmost respect for my father, I did not share his
view on many things. I have always beleived that the wicked must be
brought to the blade, and it was the duty of the righteous and pure to
do so. Had he his way, I would now be working as a tanner with him.

Against his wishes, I left our humble house nearly eighty years ago now.
I have since trained long and hard in the art of combat, and gained the
inspiration of my divine Lady Baerinika. As I think back, I feel a pang
of sorrow, but then I am filled with divine purpose and pride in what I
have done, and what I have become.

I have been accepted into the Fortress of light, my duties as a squire are
indeed new to me, but it feels as though I have been doing these duties for
years now. It seems that most my tasks come instinctually to me, as I
fight for the righteous, and pure. I hope only to be proven enough in
combat to some day take my place amongst the mighty Maran. I must give
my best effort in this conflict, for it is not just a conflict for me but
for all free and pure beings of Thera.

I cannot help but wonder, if my father knew of my accomplishments..would he
be proud? Could time have changed his viewpoint upon the things that we
once argued about so passionately? Perhaps it was best that I left the
village, and have not returned.Maybe someday I shall make my way back
I suppose only time will tell.