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Chapter 3

The Final Lesson of the Fire Monk
Added Mon Jul 30 17:45:52 2007 at level 51:

The final lesson.:

It has been a long time since Vhloughvang has started training with the monk
learned master Iunna. There time together has been enjoyable for both, but
they both saw this day coming Vhlough with visions and Iunna with lordling
site. Vhloughvang has steady been on the decline of the aging curve, but he
would never let one see it. Death still follows this abomination of flesh.
The stink still left on him from the blood and guts of his foes is as
discernable as his hate for those he brings pain to. His master has done what
she could. She has called for him this last time not for lessons of strength
or of endurance, but for a lesson of enlightenment. Vhloughvang had just
fended off a legion of nexus teamed with the law dogs who begged help from
the imperial scoundrels, it even seemed they would call in the white empire
to aid them after such blood was shed from them all. But any mans fate is
scarce in those odds, and so they succeeded in taking the whiteborn warlord
down. His foes had a hard time mending there wounds after the bout, nearly
all of them were cold from blood loss and two of them would pass from
infection or loss of lifeblood thereafter. It was a small price they
considered for laying low such a force. From the skies his master watched,
she knew that anyone else would have faired a much shorter breath in the face
of those odds. That no warrior walking would have unleashed the hell they had
to endure and overcome (some of which couldnt) in order to bring him down.
The Whiteborn was beyond her training now. This warlord had taken in all he
could, soaking up the knowledge of death and the arts of bringing it to his
foes like a dry sponge. She knew what he has seen before, and she knew it was
time to send him on to his next step of the prophecy.