Posted On: 08/19/2012 at 11:28 AM
From the personal journal of Alyindar:
My mother used to tell me stories that I'm descended from heroes. My great ancestor, one of the legendary Sunspears, gathered allies and defeated the god Abaddon when Nightfall happened back on the continent of Elona. I'm told her arrow pierced the dark god's eye to deliver the killing blow.
However, she was ashamed at all the death that she could not stop, and left her homeland for the frozen North. There she gathered new allies, and fought against the first champion of Primordus, the Great Destroyer! That would have been a battle to see.
At some point she moved to Kryta and settled in what became Divinity's Reach. My family has lived here ever since. Quietly, anonymously, but peacefully - or as peaceful as can be had in these dark times...
But I know nothing of greatness. I work in a bar. I'll never see my sister again, may Kormir guide her soul in the Mists. I know a little magic, but nothing that could turn armies, or slay liches. I have friends, but not allies that I could call on to defend the city, or slay the champion of a dragon.
Still, I tire of the day-to-day existence. My ancestor fought to make the world a better place. Am I shaming her for not trying to do the same?
So I plan to leave Divinity's Reach in a week's time. I will challenge myself, make myself stronger, help those in need for the greater good of all. And someday, I hope to return to my homeland of Elona to challenge the rule of Palawa Joko himself. I will find my place in the world. I will make my ancestor proud.
I count the days until I am ready to leave. I shared my plans with my friend Petra, and although she is sad to know that I am leaving, she is proud that I am trying to find my place in the world.
But before I can fight the good fight, I must fight the dirty floor with my trusty mop after another bar fight last night. Woe be to the beer stain that hides from my vigilance! ... or something like that.
» Edited on: 2012-08-22 11:29:05