"You know that bigger then life-size statue in the keep's court yard of Tempus." ... Yeah, that's right, the one magically protected against the elements so it's grandeur can be admired for all time. Pigeon warding spells and everything."
"I saw me one of those, and just knew something had to be right ;)""But I am jumping ahead... you see it all started when I came accross the most ragged band of, well, let's call them Soldiers-to-be for arguments sake, in a world known as Sonoma. "
"We're very selective in our ranks you see, so you won't see errant SOL's too often."
"One of the leaders barked, and they were gruffer then the meanest sea side tavern wenches then I have ever crossed."
"A couple of them spoke an odd tongue I had the opportunity to study as a lad (the tutor was trying to convince me people actually used the language, but I studied it for 6 years and never really had opportunity, then I meet up with these fellas, and be darned if they spoke common anyway ;))"
"The first SOL I spoke with was Spike, then Entres, and an acolyte by the name of Calendyr. The strength of the Sonoma chapter grew (and the first group of Sonoma acolytes grew up, including me, Cal, Jag, and Max. I missed my running cermony twice. Can you believe Spike had Cal running all around Brittana coast looking for a ship named Tempus' Will or somesuch? hehe, I think I know where Cal learned to torment, err, train acolytes. =)
We had many good times training (that's what Cal liked to call beating up the Acolytes). How many people can I name? I am not sure, because I am sure I would miss someone... Nidon, Jag, Max, Tazor, gArAld, Aeric, Sven... "
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