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1 Vengeance is Honor Revenge is Death
1.1 Prologue
My life is irrelevant, my name is irrelevant, my age is irrelevant, all that matters is retribution. All that matters is honor, the honor of a ranger, and the honor of a Champion of Faydark. All I want now is vengeance; never revenge for revenge is death. To right a wrong in the name of honor is retribution, it is vengeance. To inflict pain, suffering, in retaliation is revenge, and that is wrong. No wrong ever makes a right.
I was born as a Wood Elf. I will die as a Wood Elf. I was born a Ranger of Faydark's Champion's. I will die just that. I was born a weakling looking to becoming a heroe, a fool I was. I shall die a champion, a fool I won't be. I am now a pathfinder a most powerful ranger. I still strive to become stronger. Until I reach the plateau all must reach. One I earn that name that proves I a champion. For heroes are made by the people, champions make themselves. Once I was foolish, still I am. Wisdom comes with age. Understanding and commitment, to always have the open mind. Yet, I am still young and it has been years since I last saw a fellow ranger that was also Wood Elf, for I never went back since I left that faithful day…
When I first was born to that race and guild I was happy, courageous, and thought to making something of myself. I slayed a few bats and thought my self the best. I gained to the next level and discovered for myself the orcs. He was nothing more than an orc pawn. I thought it looked even enough and I attacked. He fought back with more ferocity then I could have imagined when I ran for my life he gave chase. He nearly killed me had I not reached the guard's. When the guard saw my distress he killed him with one slash. And the orc's final words rang in my ear's sobering all thoughts of my greatness away. He said his brother's would avenge him. And the guard simply spat back that he had killed many of his kind most more powerful than he.
I did not pay much attention to this and fought on. Then I heard them. People of different races as well as my own here. Then I realized that there had to be over a hundred foreigners alone! All met them many seemed harsh and merciless, as well as happy and kind. They were all so obviously more powerful then I. I have met crueler people since then. I asked for a few copper to help me and they yelled at me "go away beggar!" they would have attacked me then had it not been for the fact I was not a follower of the way of discord and neither were they.
I did not feel too bad. The spirit of youth kept me gay. I soon journeyed across to the Butcherblock Mountains and soon to the dwarf city of kaladim. I turned in the crushbone belts I scrounged up and soon I was ready to buy my first set of spells. I did not have the money. So I begged and I begged and I begged, until I scrounged up enough for it. I was proud of myself; I was practically beaming with joy. I had never been so happy and carefree. I thought I should try them out. I was happy until I found out that soon my resurrections were to be costly. I was dieing more often and realized that soon I would have to retrieve my equipment and I would lose my preciously gained experience. I did not think of it until I met him…
He seemed nice enough. He was kind and only a few levels more powerful than I. He challenged me to a friendly duel. And assured me he would go easy. To sway me more he said the loser would have to forfeit everything he owned on him and he promised not to use his spells. I though the playing field was much evened out by this and accepted. He hit me the moment the words were out of my mouth. He then cast every spell he knew and when I cried no fair he mere laughed and made a rude gesture before striking me down and killing me. When I returned I found him looting my corpse and mockingly said that I was the twentieth person today who fell for it. He thanked me saying that I gave him another level then camped without another word.
I will never forget him or his name. I cried for retribution, I cried for retaliation, I cried. I wanted revenge I wanted it badly. I was soon to discover he was only the first page in a book of evils. For the few months after my innocence was slowly destroyed, my experience slowly crumbled, and my money slowly dwindled. I asked my guild master why? Why let this happen? He simply answered as he always did. They expected me to kill the evils plaguing Faydark. They always meant the orcs, animals, and spirits. I soon realized that it was our own kinsmen and fellows of the different races not caring which race it was. I made a promise I would and at least one person in this world would finally see the evils as they really were. But to do so I had to leave Faydark.
I did not think I could but neither could I stand idle and watch the twisted menace at work. I took my things and took the first boat to Kunark…
Many things happened after that but now the boat has arrived. I am back in my homeland. Faydark. Watch out evils idle no longer…
Authors Note: My Ranger is only level 2 actually and my other character is level 7. So please don't burn over my lack of knowledge of the higher levels. And if you have any information pertaining to higher levels in Kunark that would be helpful and let me get out the next chapter sooner. P.S please review me writing ANYTHING you have to say about this unless it's a really bad hate review I know a certain person called music would do but constructive criticism welcome. By the way I am on the xegony server and I see some of you guys who play there!
1 Vengeance is Honor Revenge is Death
1.1 Prologue
My life is irrelevant, my name is irrelevant, my age is irrelevant, all that matters is retribution. All that matters is honor, the honor of a ranger, and the honor of a Champion of Faydark. All I want now is vengeance; never revenge for revenge is death. To right a wrong in the name of honor is retribution, it is vengeance. To inflict pain, suffering, in retaliation is revenge, and that is wrong. No wrong ever makes a right.
I was born as a Wood Elf. I will die as a Wood Elf. I was born a Ranger of Faydark's Champion's. I will die just that. I was born a weakling looking to becoming a heroe, a fool I was. I shall die a champion, a fool I won't be. I am now a pathfinder a most powerful ranger. I still strive to become stronger. Until I reach the plateau all must reach. One I earn that name that proves I a champion. For heroes are made by the people, champions make themselves. Once I was foolish, still I am. Wisdom comes with age. Understanding and commitment, to always have the open mind. Yet, I am still young and it has been years since I last saw a fellow ranger that was also Wood Elf, for I never went back since I left that faithful day…
When I first was born to that race and guild I was happy, courageous, and thought to making something of myself. I slayed a few bats and thought my self the best. I gained to the next level and discovered for myself the orcs. He was nothing more than an orc pawn. I thought it looked even enough and I attacked. He fought back with more ferocity then I could have imagined when I ran for my life he gave chase. He nearly killed me had I not reached the guard's. When the guard saw my distress he killed him with one slash. And the orc's final words rang in my ear's sobering all thoughts of my greatness away. He said his brother's would avenge him. And the guard simply spat back that he had killed many of his kind most more powerful than he.
I did not pay much attention to this and fought on. Then I heard them. People of different races as well as my own here. Then I realized that there had to be over a hundred foreigners alone! All met them many seemed harsh and merciless, as well as happy and kind. They were all so obviously more powerful then I. I have met crueler people since then. I asked for a few copper to help me and they yelled at me "go away beggar!" they would have attacked me then had it not been for the fact I was not a follower of the way of discord and neither were they.
I did not feel too bad. The spirit of youth kept me gay. I soon journeyed across to the Butcherblock Mountains and soon to the dwarf city of kaladim. I turned in the crushbone belts I scrounged up and soon I was ready to buy my first set of spells. I did not have the money. So I begged and I begged and I begged, until I scrounged up enough for it. I was proud of myself; I was practically beaming with joy. I had never been so happy and carefree. I thought I should try them out. I was happy until I found out that soon my resurrections were to be costly. I was dieing more often and realized that soon I would have to retrieve my equipment and I would lose my preciously gained experience. I did not think of it until I met him…
He seemed nice enough. He was kind and only a few levels more powerful than I. He challenged me to a friendly duel. And assured me he would go easy. To sway me more he said the loser would have to forfeit everything he owned on him and he promised not to use his spells. I though the playing field was much evened out by this and accepted. He hit me the moment the words were out of my mouth. He then cast every spell he knew and when I cried no fair he mere laughed and made a rude gesture before striking me down and killing me. When I returned I found him looting my corpse and mockingly said that I was the twentieth person today who fell for it. He thanked me saying that I gave him another level then camped without another word.
I will never forget him or his name. I cried for retribution, I cried for retaliation, I cried. I wanted revenge I wanted it badly. I was soon to discover he was only the first page in a book of evils. For the few months after my innocence was slowly destroyed, my experience slowly crumbled, and my money slowly dwindled. I asked my guild master why? Why let this happen? He simply answered as he always did. They expected me to kill the evils plaguing Faydark. They always meant the orcs, animals, and spirits. I soon realized that it was our own kinsmen and fellows of the different races not caring which race it was. I made a promise I would and at least one person in this world would finally see the evils as they really were. But to do so I had to leave Faydark.
I did not think I could but neither could I stand idle and watch the twisted menace at work. I took my things and took the first boat to Kunark…
Many things happened after that but now the boat has arrived. I am back in my homeland. Faydark. Watch out evils idle no longer…
Authors Note: My Ranger is only level 2 actually and my other character is level 7. So please don't burn over my lack of knowledge of the higher levels. And if you have any information pertaining to higher levels in Kunark that would be helpful and let me get out the next chapter sooner. P.S please review me writing ANYTHING you have to say about this unless it's a really bad hate review I know a certain person called music would do but constructive criticism welcome. By the way I am on the xegony server and I see some of you guys who play there!