- Recollections II
At my Seventh Insight, myself and another young warrior friend, Megie,
felled a wolf in the 3-1 Woodlands. I'm not sure if this is a big deal to
any of today's folks, but I grew up in a time where Small rings did not exist,
and beag srad was a death sentence. The wolf dropped an incredible-looking
sword. A Stilla, in fact. I gave it to Nahnia, since surely she would be
able to make use of such a wonderous blade!
Well, it turned out that she couldn't. ^^;
She banked it though, and told me she would as soon as she could. I
remember balking at the price she paid for the blade's safekeeping, and
apologizing profusely for forcing her to spend so much! Though now I'm quite
sure it wasn't any greater than five thousand coins.
By my eleventh Insight, I'd managed to become a fairly distinct and
recognizable personality. I had started to fall into friendships with those
who had been around the realm far longer than I. One such person, Gebbinn,
who was Nahnia's husband to be, suggested near the end of my mentoring that
my candor and demeanour was well suited towards a guild.A guild like the
Runic Terra Society, of which he was a member.
In my typically shy and
polite manner, I told him I probably wasn't suited for such.
Time progessed, and I grew. My friendship with Nahnia growing even
moreso. Forays into 10-1 and 11-1 under the guidance of the masterful
priests Lomas & Zyz before I had even gained my 20th Insight would forever
change the way I approached battle. I would venture deeper into the Crypts,
with friends still about the realm today, like MayHeart, Zrafh and Taliesin.
"The Fist of Gramail"
Champion of Temuair
- Praetor of Rucesion