Gumgan
06-23-2011, 11:09 PM
<p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><strong></strong></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><strong>A Summary of my Life,</strong></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;"><strong>By Sothikor Skar</strong></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I hatched in the Scale Yard of Freeport.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not a pretty place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Drunken Barbarians and Sadistic Iksar made up the bulk of the populace (and still do).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was born an orphan, because my parents were continually bullying an old Barbarian, Cedric MacTare.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Eventually, MacTare suited up in his old armor and challenged them to a duel.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My father being a Shadow Knight of Cazic Thule and my mother a Cleric of Cazic Thule gladly accepted.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">The old berserker vanquished them and then performed the Coup de Grace.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>One day, an Iksar Monk came and spoke of “The Swifttail Caste”.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He spoke of their power of fist and tail against their enemies, which attracted me quickly.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We stayed in the Scale Yard for most of my training, so that I could learn what it’s like to live amongst my people, as well as others.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">My mentor would beat me if I showed fear.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For years, we trained daily.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Fist, foot, and tail were our only weapons.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We wore no armor, but the gi that clothed us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We fed only on what we killed or what we took from our kill. We were strongly disciplined, and that discipline meant honor.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Honestly, I’d be less afraid of a liar than a truthful man.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The liar could be making false threats and telling exaggerated tales, the truthful man is making promises and telling honest stories.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I began my training on my seventh birthday and for ten years, he trained me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After that, we co-evolved, as one of us improved, the other would too.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In the ides of my eighteenth year of life, he tried to scare me and tell me that he was going to tear the tendons from my bones.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The night he said that was the last night my master had the ability to draw breath.</span></p><p style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span style="line-height: 115%; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;">I left the Scale Yard that night with only the gi I wore and my true weapons, my fists, my feet, and my tail, and was headed towards the City of Hate—Neriak.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I arrived in Hate’s Envy a few weeks later and that’s where my story ends for now, it has just begun.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span></p>