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Post by StabbingNirvana on Jan 16, 2014 12:50:22 GMT -5
I have come a long way since I set out from Skull Crag, never to look back at again. Life has since changed and the promise of tomorrow is just a distant memory now. I could have chosen the life of a humble villager. I opted for the that of a crusader, a paladin.
My life was never miserable. I am no orphan. I am not poor. I haven't suffered at the hands of a foreign force. Life has not dealt me lemons. Yet I look outside and I see how sour the world has grown. Maybe its the realization of reality as I've grown but standing off on the wayside when there's war afoot and rampant suffering at hand, is not the way I see myself. To have denied Torm's calling would have been an easy task. To have taken up His will and be His strong-arm, as He is Tyr's, is an undertaking.
May the fiends of all the hells lash out for my soul and may the gods of darkness strike at me. I will stand with my blade in one hand and my faith in the other, steadfast in my resolve.
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