Erorm Stonevalor the Champion of the Virtues, Initiate of the Jaguar, Prizefighter

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let meh explain these virtues en meh own thoughts. Courage, it's tha stout
heart ter face danger ahn adversity. Kindness, showing compassion ahn lending
ah hand ter those en need. Honesty, keeping true ter yer word ahn actions.
Generosity, freely giving without expectin' much en return. Respect, treatin'
all wit dignity ahn manners. Forgiveness, lettin' go O' grudges ahn allowin'
redemption. Gratitude, appreciatin' life's blessings. Empathy, understandin'
others' feelings. Patience, waitin' calmly en tough times. Justice, upholdin'
wha's right ahn fair. Hope, believin' en light even en dark times. Faith,
trustin' en ah higher purpose guidin' our journey. These virtues, like facets
O' ah precious gem, combine ter form tha radiant light guidin' us ter
goodness ahn righteousness.

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Chapter 1

Erorm's early life was woven with tragedy and shadows, beginning in the
majestic stronghold of Mortorn. Born to a family whom the Shadow Sect of the
Empire greatly feared, his life changed forever during a night marked by
cruel treachery. Agents of the Sect, whispers made flesh, infiltrated the
family domicile. Silently and ruthlessly, they exacted their terrible
mission, believing they had wiped out the prophecy's seed. However, little
did they know, the infant Erorm had miraculously survived the onslaught.

Salvation came in the form of his uncle, who, upon discovering the dire
aftermath, swiftly smuggled Erorm away to Galadon. Under his uncle's care,
Erorm began walking the dual path of monk and paladin. He would meditate,
seeking inner peace, and practice martial forms, channeling his grief into
honing his skills. However, it was the streets of Galadon that became his
crucible, testing his mettle and forging his courageous heart.

One vivid memory that painted Galadon's narrative was of Erorm, still quite
young, witnessing a distraught mother's cries. A shadowy figure, larger and
taller than him, was attempting to kidnap her child. Without hesitation,
Erorm darted forward. Leaping into the air with the agility of a jaguar, he
struck the figure's shoulder with a powerful, focused blow. The kidnapper
staggered but didn't release the child. The ensuing struggle was fierce.
Erorm, using his small size to his advantage, delivered a series of rapid
strikes, targeting pressure points learned from his monk training. However,
the kidnapper managed to land a blow, causing Erorm to reel back, blood
trickling from a cut on his brow. With a mighty shout, mustering all his
paladin-driven resolve, Erorm lunged one final time, managing to separate the
child from the assailant, who then fled into the maze-like streets.

Another episode etched in the city's annals involved an elderly man being
cornered on Galadon's eastern road by a group of menacing thugs. Erorm,
happening upon this, leaped into the fray. The sun's last rays glinted off
his fists as he moved, swift as the wind, striking down the first assailant.
But numbers were not in his favor. A heavy boot found his ribs, a knife
grazed his arm, leaving a stinging trail of red. Gasping for breath but
undeterred, Erorm channeled his paladin's righteous fury, sending another
thug sprawling. Using the momentary chaos, he urged the old man to run,
covering their retreat with a flurry of defensive moves, barely evading the
blade aimed at his heart.

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Chapter 2

Perhaps the most daring of his acts was his defense of a group of street
children against a menacing slaver. The battle was brutal. Erorm's fists
flew, each punch and kick an ode to his training, a testament to his
commitment to justice. At one point, he found himself surrounded, facing the
sharp end of a whip that lashed out, wrapping around his leg and pulling him
to the ground. Gritting his teeth against the pain, blood staining his
youthful features, he rolled to evade a descending cudgel, grabbed a piece of
broken glass, and thrust it into the slaver's thigh. The distraction was
enough, with a roar, he fought on, protecting the children until the
adversary was finally defeated.

These tales of valor, while spectacular, left scars on Erorm, both visible
and concealed within his heart. Yet, despite the weight of his past and the
wounds of the present, his journey was an embodiment of Baerinika's
teachings. In the cacophony of Galadon's bustling life, Erorm was a silent
guardian, a beacon of hope, drawing from his own traumas to shield others
from the ever-looming darkness.

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Chapter 3

Amid the ever-present memories of Galadon's cobbled streets and Mortorn's
ancient chambers, Erorm felt an unyielding pull towards the Fortress of
Light. This sanctuary wasn't just a beacon of hope in the sprawling expanse
of Thera, it was the very heart of resistance against creeping darkness. The
Marans, the stalwart sword of the Fortress, and the Acolytes, their steadfast
shield, were hailed as Thera's ultimate defenders.


For Erorm, the distinction between sword and shield seemed to blur. His
monk-paladin teachings, mingled with the tales of heroism from Galadon,
inclined him to believe that true strength lay in harmonizing the roles. The
legends whispered that the mightiest Maran was one who, like a masterful
dance, could transition seamlessly between the force of the sword and the
resolve of the shield.

In the Fortress, Erorm saw a place where he could finally blend his duality:
the monk's introspection with the paladin's external courage. The hallowed
halls held teachings that resonated with the very fibers of his being,
promising not just martial prowess but a balm for his tormented soul.

The cruel loss of his parents, snatched away by the Empire's sinister Shadow
Sect, etched a scar on Erorm's spirit that only the Fortress's embrace could
heal. He believed that here, among its ancient stones, he'd find a way to
honor their memory and fortify himself for the battles that lay ahead. He
yearned to be that perfect Maran, a harmonized union of sword and shield,
ensuring that tragedies like his own would never blight Thera again.

Fueled by the heroic acts from his youth in Galadon, and the haunting legacy
of Mortorn, Erorm's determination to join the Fortress of Light intensified.

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Chapter 4

Erorm found himself besieged by challenges that would have broken lesser
souls. He grappled with an orc and an assassin, both cloaked and armored in
finery that outshone even Thera's most celebrated heroes. Every clash with
these adversaries left him on the precipice of death, his escapes becoming
legendary testaments to his unparalleled survival instincts.

Dwelling outside the bastion of the Fortress of Light as only a pledge, Erorm
was left to fend for himself, often feeling the biting sting of solitude.
Even as he sent fervent prayers to Baerinika, the palpable silence that
followed heightened his feelings of isolation. Yet, it was this very silence
that deepened Erorm's connection to his internal fortitude, a gift he
believed was a testament to Baerinika.

Amidst this treacherous journey, a beacon of hope emerged in the form of an
unexpected ally: a goblin with a balanced heart, showing traces of a goodness
seldom seen in its kind. This goblin became the sole friend to Erorm, perhaps
a comforting gesture from the universe during these trying times.

Fortified by his unwavering commitment to Baerinika and the surprising bond
with the goblin, Erorm pressed forward. He was driven by the hope that his
enduring fortitude, borne out of faith and adversity, would eventually be
acknowledged and embraced by both Baerinika and the Fortress of Light.

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Chapter 5

During a recent battle against an imperial dagger specialist, a haunting
memory from the depths of his past overtook Erorm's thoughts. In the tender
years of his youth, as ash rained from a once lush grove, Erorm, driven by
raw zeal and youthful innocence, confronted the burners desecrating Thera. In
a tragic, heart-wrenching instant, his blade struck down a guardian of the
forest instead of the true enemy. The painful realization of his mistake cast
a profound shadow of sorrow and regret upon his soul. As the weight of this
memory pressed upon him, Erorm paused, taking a quiet moment to honor the
guardian's memory. With a heart heavy with remorse, he made a solemn oath, a
silent promise to the spirit of the guardian: to always act with mindfulness
and wisdom, ensuring that the lessons from his past guide his steps in the
ongoing battle against Thera's looming threats.

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Chapter 6

Amongst all tha ruckus, one particular day shone brighter, ah jewel amidst
rough stones.

Driven by somethin' deep within... be it ah nudge from tha fates, me own
heart's calling, er whispers from long-forgotten ancestors, Ah found meself
drawn ter ancient ruins, nestled deep within the woods. The very air pulsed
with magics O' old, singing tales from bygone days. And there, in tha' sacred
place, stood Baerinika.

Me heart, it thudded wildly, echoing tha rhythm of an age-old drum. Her gaze,
laden with untold sagas, met mine. 'Erorm,' her voice, soft yet powerful like
a distant storm, murmured, 'I've seen your journey, felt the fire of your
fortitude, and witnessed your steadfast faith.' Realizing she'd been
watchin', always ah step behind, filled meh with an awe words canna' quite
capture.

Then, she regaled meh with stories O' her time as ah mortal, tales so raw and
powerful it felt tha very spirits sang 'em. Mesmerized, Ah listened. And as
she spoke, she infused meh with ah strength, not just O' muscle but O' spirit
ahn purpose.

Armed wit her teachins ahn her blessins, she laid before meh challenges, ah
test O' both wit ahn brawn. And as ah emerged from them ancient stones, Ah
felt anew, reborn, proudly wearing tha mantle O' the Initiate of the Jaguar.

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Chapter 7

By tha beards O' meh ancestors! There AH stood, within tha sacred confines of
tha Fortress O' Light, each stone whisperin' tales older than tha eldest
mines. Tha glint from tha braziers, throwin' long silhouettes, felt like the
gleam o' the rarest gemstones from the inmost depths. AH could feel the
remnants of ancient songs weighin' heavy on meh, makin' meh very soul thump
like the fiercest hammers on a stout anvil.


Then, from amidst that grand spectacle, Captain Coqui, tha one leadin' our
brigade, her eyes sharp and piercing, met mine. "Erorm," she began, her voice
like a gentle stream, "You are a bright spot, in all of this. I think I've
brought in over a hundred squires by now. Quite a bit over. I've met all
sorts of people here." Her words lingered, delicate yet profound, ah testament
to her vast experience. Was she suggestin' tha amidst all them who dun
passed through, AH stood out? Was AH truly ah shard O' mithril en this grand
tapestry?

By Baerinika's spear! Her words ignited ah flame in meh belly. Ah callin',
which AH thought burned fierce, suddenly roared with a ferocity rivalin' the
ancient forges. If AH am to be that beacon, AH'm set to gather every shard of
light in Thera, confrontin' the shadows and twistin' paths. Meh duty to the
light deepened, more profound than any mine's depth. With this newfound
purpose, AH pledged to not only defend against the wicked but to turn 'em,
and even those on the fence, to the side of good with every word, every
breath, and every swing O' meh fists.

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Ter see tha virtues in tha world, ter try an understand tha facets O' tha
light that shape 'em, 'tis akin ter explorin' tha tunnels O' Mortorn. Deep en
Thera, weh uncover hidden gems, an these virtues, they beh tha very essence
O' tha light tha guides us. Like facets O' ah precious gem, each one adds ter
life, akin ter tha sturdy stones O' tha Fortress O' light. By understandin'
'em, weh forge ah path toward honor ahn goodness, illuminatin' tha way fer
ourselves ahn those who follow.

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Chapter 10

Understandin' when things don't seem ter fit tha light, but still respectin'
em, be like findin' different-colored stones in ah mine. Take anger, fer
example. It might na look virtuous, but when used ter right ah wrong, it be
part O' tha light, pushin' us ter make things better. Laziness, too, ain't
always bad, restin' when needed be like takin' ah break frem diggin' tunnels.
Greed, while often seen as bad, can beh wantin' ter provide fer kin. It's
bout seein' tha different colors in tha tapestry O' virtues ahn knowin' they
all got dere place, even if'n they don fit our mold O' goodness.

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Chapter 11

In tha heart O' countless battles, me life's akin ter tha depths O' Thera,
where tha richest veins O' prudence run. Against Empire's shadowed agents,
them wily Scions, those evil shapeshifter tricksters, foul vampyres,
Anti-Paladins O' great power, cunning transmuters, and the craftiest warriors
and thieves, I've forged meh very being en tha fires O' prudence. Each
skirmish, an uncut gem O' wisdom. Every encounter, ah chapter en meh tome O'
sagacity.

Meh journey through this labyrinth O' peril as' sculpted meh, each challenge
chiselin' meh character like ah master dwarven craftsman. A've learned ter
tread with tha utmost care, ter discern ta devious schemes O' our
adversaries, ter uncover concealed traps, ahn ter strike wit precision when
tha time be ripe.

But it's na just about survivin', it's about extendin' ah hand ter those en
dire straits, offerin' guidance ter potential comrades, ahn steerin' our
noble cause wit ah cautious yet steadfast heart. Meh fellow champions, they
beheld me as a radiant beacon of sagacity, a trusted comrade in the midst of
turmoil.

Within these revered halls, where the eternal battle 'twixt radiant light and
creepin' shadow plays out, I stand as the very embod'ment of prudence, a
guardian forever growin' in strength. Me life's journey ain't finished, it be
as endless as the uncharted depths of the deepest mines, where the pure
essence of wisdom finds its home.

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Chapter 12

Deep within me heart ahn soul, fortitude stands shoulder ter shoulder wit
tha prudence Ah old dear. It bein' more den facin' physical trials, though
them bein' plenty, it bein bout standin' unwaverin' when tha world crumblin
around yer. It bein tha unyieldin' commitment ter our cause, ah steely
resolve against insurmountabl' odds, an ahn unwavering dedication ter
protectin' tha vulnerable.

In tha core O' me bein', fortitude bein' tha bedrock on which me life
standin', complementin' tha wisdom ah gained. It bein' tha indomitable force
tha binds us, ah guidin' beacon tha pierces even tha darkest O' nights, ahn
ah unrelentin' spirit tha propelin' us ter confront any challenge head-on.

Like tha unyieldin' mountain, Ah stand firm, like tha unceasin' tide against
tha shore, Ah persist, an like tha endurin' flame en tha darkest mines, Ah
illuminate tha path ferward. Fortitude ahn prudence, intertwined en me
essence, meanin' tha even when tha path ahead bein' fraught wit peril ahn
uncertainty, Ah won't be swayin'. Ah'll remain ah steadfast pilla on which
tha light can be leanin, ahn Ah'll do whateva it be takin ter ensure that tha
flame O' light be neva waverin'. It bein ah personal oath, ah vow ter meself,
tha light ahn Baerinika, that Ah'll endure, nah matter tha odds. Together,
fortitude ahn prudence be tha very essence O' perseverance ahn tha embodiment
O' me very soul.

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Chapter 13

Ah, yer see, it ain't jes tha frustration O' watchin' others ascend while Ah,
ah Squire with meh fair share O' knowledge, tactics, and victories, linger in
me current rank. Ah were sure that Lady Baerinika had finally noticed all
A've been doin', ahn Ah thought Ah were bout ter become tha Marshal. But she
gave tha mantle ter Gochon. It left me wonderin' ifn' she deemed me na
virtuous enough, testin' meh er perhaps even disregardin' meh fer na bein'
worthy.

Aye, it stings all tha more. Gochon, who now bears tha mantle O' Marshal, had
but one criticism O' me tha Ah were too generous. Yet, during tha entire
time Ah knew em, Ah provided em wit hundreds O' gold coins ahn armors, savin'
es life many times, ahn he always thanked meh fer me the elp. It makin' me
wonder, it truly do. After all O' it, even on tha day when Ah managed ter
vanquish near seven enemies, Ah wasn't even recognized as ah Maran. Ah still
remain ah Squire.

Ah know it ain't right ter think this way, but these doubts gnaw at me like
ah relentless hound. Tha path O' virtue ahn service ter tha light ahn Lady
Baerinika should na be walked fer tha sake O' recognition er titles, but fer
tha greater ideals tha guide us. Yet, tha ember O' ambition smolders within
me, ahn it bein' hard ter extinguish.

This burden, it bein' ah heavy one, weighin' upon meh like ah boulder en meh
heart. Ah be feelin' very much alone on this ere' journey now, distant from
meh comrades. Ah prefer ter keep meself apart mere than before, ponderin'
upon what deeds ahn virtues be missin' from me... It bein' ah solitude born
O' self-reflection.

Me spirit remains resolute, but me path be shrouded en uncertainty, gnawin'
at meh like ah ravenous beast. Yet, as Ah tread this lonesome road, Ah hope
ter emerge stronger ahn mere worthy O' tha light.

Aye, it weighs on me heart even more, fer A've na only shared me knowledge
ahn wisdom with many O' tha Marans, but A've also taken on tha role O' a
mentor ter many in tha past, teachin' and guidin' 'em through tha intricacies
O' our guild. Me efforts ave been dedicated ter strengthenin' tha Fortress,
ensurin' that er champions bein' well-prepared ter face tha darkness
threatenin' our world.

Yet, when tha shadows O' doubt crept 'round me, ahn tha time came fer me ter
be defended, it felt as though Ah stood alone, without tha support O' those
Ah had aided ahn mentored. Tha generosity A've shown en sharin' me tactics,
me wisdom, ahn me unwaverin' commitment seemed ter fade inter obscurity when
Ah needed 'em most.

This ere' solitude, this sense O' bein' overlooked despite meh tireless
efforts, it bein' leavin' me feelin' na just sad ahn lonely, but also
undervalued ahn unheard. Ahn as Ah bear tha weight O' these emotions, Ah
remain committed ter tha path A've chosen, clingin' ter tha ideals O' Lady
Baerinika ahn tha Paladin's code, like Ah were clingin' ter me mama's beard.

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Ah, havin' ah chinwag wit Bazz, tha elder prophet O' tha light, that bein' ah
pivotal moment in me journey. It elped me be seein' things in ah new light.
A've been avin' ah bit O' time fer reflection, ahn it avin' changed me fer
tha better, no doubt about it.

Bazz, he bein' ah wise old soul. Es words, like beacons in tha depths, they
cast ah glow on tha path A've been treadin'. He elped me realize that me
pursuit O' titles ahn recognition, it ain't tha heart O' tha matter. What
truly countin' bein' servin' tha greater ideals, upholdin' tha light's
virtues, ahn walkin' tha path O' Purity.

Bazz's words, they done changed me perspective, Ah no longer yearn fer
recognition but focus on me duty and me commitment to tha light, me comrades
an tha Jaguar. Me heart feels lighter, and me steps abe surer on this ere'
path. A've emerged frem this encounter wit' Bazz as a better Dwarf, one be
understandin' tha true essence O' servitude ter tha light.

Me journey through Galadon's streets as ah young lad, defendin' tha
vulnerable, were ah reflection O' me desire ter be recognized as ah protector
ahn guardian. Ah used ter think that tha recognition Ah sought would complete
meh, that evil would finally know Ah bein' ah force ter be reckoned with. But
now, Ah understand that recognition ain't tha true measure O' one's worth. It
bein' tha commitment ter tha greater ideals, tha unwavering dedication ter
tha light's virtues, ter tha Jaguar ahn me Fortress, tha' bein wha define who
ah am.

Me fortitude fer me faith ahn path bein' now brighter ahn stronger den ever
because O' this. Ah've let go O' tha need fer recognition ahn instead focus
fully on me unwavering commitment ter tha light and ter tha Jaguar. er'
divine guidance be me North Star, ahn Ah follow it with unwavering faith,
knowing tha' in serving tha light's virtues, Ah servin' er' as well. Me
journey continues with renewed purpose, ahn Ah walk tha path with me heart
aflame with faith en tha greater ideals ahn in Lady Baerinika who stands as
ah spear against evil ahn leadin me. Tha path, it bein' one O' servitude ahn
faith, ahn Ah've nevri been mere steadfast in me beliefs.

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Chapter 15

En me years treadin' tha path O' tha light, ah profound truth dawned upon
meh, like ah mighty hammer strikin' tha forge. Tha revelation came after me
dear friend, Gochon, met his untimely end. It were then that Ah witnessed ow'
impatience leads ter folly, na just fer Gochon, but en me comrades as well.

It were na just me allies who met dere fate en haste, but me enemies too. En
tha heat O' battle, they lacked tha wisdom ter see tha consequences O' they
actions. It were then that Ah recognized tha potency O' temperance.

As a devoted follower O' tha Jaguar, tha light has ever guided me steps.
Though a've na set me eyes upon er' en many ah year, er' absence only served
ter strengthen meh resolve ter embrace temperance.

Through tha transformations O' me life, wisdom slowly reshaped me frem ah
dwarf embodin' Prudence ahn fortitude, inta one who core virtues bein'
prudence and temperance. It were ah shockin' epiphany, Ah tell yer. Tha
years, tha foes, an tha fallen, all played ah role en temperin' me resolve.

Fortitude still courses through me veins, but temperance emerged above it
like ah steadfast mountain risin' amidst turbulent waters. No longer did Ah
rely on just me prudence ahn fortitude, er on sheer strength ahn resilience,
for now, ah also wielded temperance with tha fervor befitting ah dwarven monk
who be growin' older en wiser.

Victories ahn defeats, tha falls that could've been prevented, tha sight O'
friend ahn foe meetin' similar fates, all shaped me inter tha dwarf Ah am
today.

When Ukruruk, tha Chieftain O' tha Skulls had emerged, ah relentless evil not
seen en Thera fer years, Ah recalled Baerinika's courage. She faced an orc,
knowin' she would die, but stoppin' him to save her people. Ah burst O'
determination surged within me, much like ers. Ah hunted tha orc
relentlessly, ahn Ah believe it finally knew fear O' tha light, when he
crossed me path.

This orc feasted upon allies ahn enemies alike. Ah knew if Ah fell en battle,
he'd have desecrated me fully. But Ah weren't special, Thera itself he sought
ter ravage. If na me, another would have ter pursue ahn slow, or even try ter
stop, tha orc's reign O' terror. Fer Thera's sake, Ah couldn't let tha
happen.

Me skills honed and me commitment ter Prudence ahn temperance, Ah could
anticipate me enemies' movements wit greater clarity. Me own failures became
valuable lessons, ahn during tha time spent huntin' and fightin' tha orc,
temperance took root within me. It was as if me very bein' were reshaped
anew, strengthened by the fires O' wisdom ahn self-restraint.

This revelation came na without its price. Ah witnessed how lack O' temperance
ahn too much haste, could inadvertently bring sufferin' ahn hardship upon tha
innocent.

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Tha years ah spent without seein' Lady Baerinika en person deepened me
commitment ter temperance. Ah learned frem that filthy Orc, Ukruruk, tha
importance O' anticipatin' consequences ahn actin' with restraint.

And it were then, that Ah began ter notice somethin' else. Tha more evil Ah
faced, tha more Ah saw tha fires en dere' eyes fade quickly. They seemed ter
realize tha path they'd chosen were na tha one they thought. As Ah stood
unwaveringly against 'em, they faltered, questionin' they own choices in tha
face O' me resolve ter defend tha light and innocents frem harm.

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