[[My humble attempts to play the role of Tyr Antilles, my avatar in the multiverse of Ultima Online, still the best MMORPG in the world. All stories are in chronological order: oldest first.]]
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2008.02.18[Tyr]Story of Tyr Antilles
The Story of Tyr Antilles
written by himself
I have arrived in Brittannia from a land situated deep in the great Ocean and I don't remember much of my country, except beautiful beaches and the clear water of the Ocean filled with tropical fishes. I don't even remember the name of my homeland, perhaps it was one of the thousands islands from the South Ocean, at that time it was only named Home. Also the mistery about my parents, which I never met, was never unveiled. I suppose everyone have to be born by parents? Or not?
I was too young, only a child, when Papa Joe, the old sailor who take care of me, with head full of stories about great treasures on far, far islands in the west, and with whisky from the tavern, decided to search our luck taking a place on "Sea Daughter", a old ship belongs to a good tavernmate of him. After many months of searching and travelling we lost the way to our island and with almost no provisions we are starting to understand that death in the middle of the Ocean is a big possibility. But our Karma wasn't to die there; a mother storm begin, the Gods of wind and water fight one each other screaming of anger and our old ship was exactly in the middle of the battlefield. After many hours, in which we have time to wonder that we are still alive, we hear in front of us the noise of waves hitting the ground. Next thing I remember was a great wave hitting the ship from the back and the strange sensation that I lie in a forest. When I wake up I was in a small fishing lodge with my companions around including Papa Joe, drunk like always. I see "Sea Daughter" resting between trees of the forest which now I know that is near Trinsic. It take some time until we understand where we are, Brittannia is a wonderful place with many surprises. So in one of the days I say goodbye to Papa Joe and the rest of our crew, and I hit the road in searching for luck, headed to Trinsic.
Trinsic, city of Honor, nest of the greatest Paladins from entire Brittannia, the city was a wonder for me - I haven't seen Britain yet - and I was impressed by the sense of rightness and honor at this peoples and of their respect for the virtues. I decided that if is not possible to join their order, at least to become as close I can of "The Way of The Paladin".
The life on the city wasn't so easy for a young boy like me who couldn't earn money. My few coins vanished in just few days and I had to think at a way of making a living if I didn't wanted to get back ashamed to Papa Joe, or even worse in my opinion, to embrace the noble profession of begging. This was the time when I met Saint Ignatius.
It was near the armory when a men, a noble judging by his clothes, started to scream that he was robed, his bag of gold missing, while other trespassers started to gather around him. Right away he is pointing his finger on me who try to push myself back from the crowd.
- It was you, I am sure of it.
Then looking at the peoples around:
- Just look how he is dressed, and is trying to sneak out.
Certainly, my clothes wasn't in their best shape, but to be accused of thievery just because of that wasn't too fair. Unfortunately the peoples gathered seemed to agree with him. It wasn't the best time to argue with them, so I turned away to run, but hit hard a tall man dressed all in black with a staff also black on his hand.
- Oiii, what's that noise over here? Do you peoples lost the sense of truth? Don't you see that in his clothes he can't hide a bag of gold so big, like no wonder, you carried with you, kind sir?
After arguing a few more times but without strength, the noble leaved furious and the crowd started to dissipate.
- Saint Ignatius is my name, he says looking down on me and shaking my hand like the hand of an adult. His beard made the impression of a honest man, but his eyes shining with devilish power looked strange on me.
- That fat pig - he continues - deserved to be robed, just as I deserve to get his gold. Arrogant nobles, believe that they are the only worthy human beings, full of their selves and consumed by their greed.
After that he invited me at lunch on his house, The Nest, where he present me his "family" Scoundrel Red Carl, Unworthy Solomon and the Despicable Gina, telling me that he have too much money to spend anyway pointing at the big pursue he just "gathered" with a triumphant smile. Over the next couple of days I become one of the "saints", more unwanting then of my will, finding excuses that they were nice peoples after all, and they took care of me. Even if I was very young, I didn't feel that pickpocketing and stealing was something honorable, but I admired the boldness of Saint Ignatius who saved me back then, even he was the true thief. Now, when I look back, I wonder how I managed to become co-opted on a thief band, when I started on the road with paladin ideals in mind. This can be a good example of how able we are to truly control our fate and why so many of us finish their stories buried in a way of living they hate, doing unpleasant things their entire life, and the worst of all, forgetting their most beloved dreams.
Of course this didn't happened with me, no doubt because of my good natured soul *chuckles*. Now serious, it was just luck.
Months passed, then years and I still couldn't accommodate my ideeas and thoughs with the philosophy of the Saints. But I had no other place to go being still a child at that time and the life with them wasn't very harsh, they were good peoples, at least among themselves. Activating in the Trinsic area, one of the biggest Brittanian city we didn't had too much troubles with the guards and the law, except some minor incidents, even if the law is very strict about thievery. For a long time already, Saint Ignatius was dreaming at a "big shot", something that will make him rich in no time, and even that he detested the "greedy nobles" so much, I found out his hidden dream, the knighthood. In his conception this will be achieved only with lots of money, being one of those who believes that everything can be brought on this world with enough money.
My thoughts about him was somehow uncertain. I could not agree with his philosophy feeling in my heart that is wrong, but after all he helped me a lot, and not only me; he wasn't a bad man.
On that day preparations for the "big shot" ended, he gathered all of us and unveil the secret for he was preparing of a long time: a hit on The Pearl of Trinsic - the Trinsic Jeweler; he intents to enter her house, kidnap her and after that we will steal everything from her house and then ask her relatives for a big reward.
The impact of this news on me was devastating, all my instincts revolted against such an action, and right at that moment I realized that thievery and other unworthy things are totally against my way to be. I knew from before Miss Shelley, the Jeweler, she was a rich woman, but often she was buying food and took care of poor peoples on the city, yes, like me, and all I know is that I wanted to see that woman safe.
So, I asked Saint Ignatius to renounce at this hit, arguing that is too dangerous, that are many guards around, but I couldn't make him change his mind; more then that, he told me to stay at home and not be involved in this, promising us all that after this hit we will become honest citizens, being rich enough to live many years without thinking of money.
That was the night I flee from The Nest after two years from my arrival, taking with me only my old clothes. I sneaked on the darkened streets of Trinsic, avoiding the lights, thinking of what i decided to do, though, the more I think, the more decided I was. Sneaking on the back window of the jewelry, where no wonder miss Shelley was at that late hour, believing that the front door was already under surveillance, I hit the glass few times until the owner come to see what was there.
- You are in danger lady, I told her, your house can be attacked on every minute now, please save yourself. The woman believing my word, jumped over the window and asked me to wait at a neighbor family, friends of her, who lived a few houses away. Then with her neighbor left to alert the guards. In the morning I found out that on the previous night the guards caught the entire Saint Ignatius band in the jewelry and they were judged by the Royal Courthouse and sent to Wrong prison on the far north.
The guilty feeling for betraying my friends was tremendous, but seems that my sense of justice was even stronger and I know that I will do the same next time.
From that day until the day I come of age I become the son of that kind woman, the jeweler, living a peaceful life, and training myself to be accepted on the order of the Paladins. Because my new tutor was a rich woman, I could attend the "courses" of Encyclopedia Magicka, I worked as apprentice at the local healer, learning in time the art of healing, and in the same time I begin to frequent the Trinsic Training Hall on the Paladin Isle, learning the fighting arts such as anatomy, swordsmanship, tactics and focus. After many years of training, the graduation day arrived and after I took all the tests at the Trinsic Training Hall I was welcomed in the Order.
When I reached the age where I could leave on my own I left the home - though I visit my step mother miss Shelley as often I can - and become myself an adventurer, seeking to build my own house and a name that I ca be proud of.
In the years that passed I learned many things about Britannian way of life, meet many wonderful peoples like Elandra Rheinfal and Shadows, and wonderful places I saw, but as well, some despicable and corrupted, always reminding myself that a paladin is here to put a stop of the evil and protect the innocents. After that, meeting the one who will become my good companion and friend, Rand, I joined a nice guild C&C - Champions of Camelot ruled by the great Uther with his Lady Silana, and spend with them few good years. I witnessed the discover of Ilshenar, participating in the upcoming Jukan wars. Then I found about the Great Empire of Purple Guardians of Honor and proudly enrolled as a squire and over time becoming one of the good legionnaires and participating at many events and adventures with the legionnaires. Finally I brought my first house with the help of the greatest tamer I know, Lora du Blood.
In this time I took very seriously my duty as a Trinsic Paladin, participating in different missions with the purpose to eradicate the evil, or where this is not possible just to keep the safety of the cities and protecting the inhabitants in need. These missions sent me in many places of our land, some of them of great beauty and calm magic, but also others darkened with evil or decay. I fought the orc armies stopping their attempt to conquer sosarian territories, cyclopes and titans in the lost lands, and even the very well organized ophidian armies, so strong that each attempt to pierce their defense to their citadel in lost lands finish with victory on their side and most causalities in our paladin army.
Most of all I like the sea travels, my attraction for the vast water surfaces couldn't be denied. Crossing the seas many times I encountered and confronted as well many sea creatures like sea serpents and water elementals.
Then on Ilshenar Dungeon where I was pushing back the forcess of evil with my friend Lu Lu Mistique a great spell was cast upon us by Lord of The Abyss himself and we were dragged on the underworld on another plane, a smokish and hellish place where we lost ourselves and changing forever. My friend was never been able to get back to life and i had a chance of a million. However, my memories about that place are very foggy and unclear, and it looks that the more I try to concentrate, the less I can remember. The only thing I was certain, is that something of great importance remained hidden and I have to find out what, at all costs.
When I opened my eyes again in the world of the living, I was on a beach near the city of Haven, a fisherman pulling me away from the waters. I found later that almost a hundred years had passed on Britannia and my world changed a lot in this time... not as much as i did, it looks like. The ages spent on the daemon plane marked me forever, twisting my sense for true, tormented me with horrid dreams and whispering evil in my ears, trying to change my soul from the good. This only strengthened my will to follow the TRUTH and to respect HONOR more then anything... but it looks like this is a very difficult task to accomplish in such circumstances. The life I had from then was full of contradictions and against my will I did many things that I am not proud of, like never happend on the past.
In my absence, I found the world of Sosaria greatly changed, the language almost indistinguishable, peoples speaking about new races and lands unknown before and the city of Haven changed dramatically being infested with undead; a new city called New Haven being erected on the west side of the Island. In this New Haven I spent the first years of my new life trying to regain my strength, my abilities, and most of all, my memories and mind agility, so greatly affected by whatever happened with me on the balroon plane. Here I find shelter in Hamato's house, a strange looking man claiming to come from a very distant land called Tokuno. The man was full of stories from his homeland, and my interest for that place grow steadily by the time passed. Also, the philosophy of the man had a great impact upon myself, finding his philosophical ideas so close of my own thoughts, that many of them looked thought by myself.
Here I discovered the ways of meditation and started to clean the mess on my mind bit by bit. However, as time passed and my introspection become deeper and clearer, I discovered that I can handle many things that normal peoples can't, and started to question myself how is that posible. All peoples I know are either, mages, warriors, nobles, crafters and so on, but I found that I have abilities in many different fields, far beyond a simple human being can learn in a lifetime. Meditating about an ability or other was like I almost can "remember" how it is done. All questions raised by this strange things remained unanswered at the present.
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2008.02.18[Tyr]Pleasure to live in Britannia (in-game book)
The pleasure to live in Britannia
Life is the most precious gift given to us when the world was created. Our beloved Britannia is no different of other worlds and universes, and us, the one who actually live here are the only ones responsible of the fulfillment or unfulfillment of our life and experiences.
I am talking about the reason we are all here, we are here to enjoy our life, to live it with our friends and hopefully to learn something useful for our TRUE SELF, so that when we leave Britannia in our sleep, or maybe when the day will come and we will leave it forever, the sense of our life, the purpose of us being here will be fulfilled.
I say, is not so important how fast you get rich, how skilled you become in one field or another, or how strong, but the most important is how well you can enjoy your life, how much magic are you able to find in a "pelerinage" to a shrine, how good can you feel to jump in battle and get back covered with glory, how deep can you feel the story of your life and enjoy your living here. Don't be in a rush to get "somewhere" because not the destination is the one that makes your life, but the steps you are making to it.
The pleasure to live in Britannia depends only of you and your ability to feel and understand the joy of your life.
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2008.05.13[Tyr]My darkside Sellitna Ryt (info only)
Sellitna Ryt (known as Selune) is a very evil female made by Lord of the Abyss in the time he captured Tyr. Selune was created as an antithesis of Tyr for purposes unknown and sees all humanity as a plague, it's expansion dirtying the purity of death, a rotten entity spreaded across the planet. Her belief is that the humans must be stopped by any means and only then, the world will attain the final peace of death.
The human used by the balron when he made Selune was Bianca Brissius, daughter of King Brissius of Brisseea.
But that is another story...
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2009.06.10[Tyr] Masters Dragons (in-game book)
Masters Dragons
How many of us remained stunned of admiration in front of the might, beauty and more then anything, incredible power of the wonderful flying reptiles known as dragons? They are one of the oldest species of Sosaria, surviving all the changes occurred over the ages.
If you believe that humans, elves, or gargoyles are the most intelligent species on Sosaria, it means you don't know the Dragons enough. Formidable spells they can cast are the result of a intelligence which surpass several times the one of the humans, just they choose to not use this intelligence to conquer lands or enslave other species. A truly intelligent race always realize it's place on the natural environment which loves and respect, and never destroy and use for some ephemeral enrichment.
Of course, there are peoples who tame dragons, the legendary tamers who commands the greater ones at their will... But the things are just like that? A lower race can tame and command a superior one? My opinion is that some of the dragons ally themselves with the ones that they feel close to their interests and worthy to be their companions, accepting to live with humans to help them in the fight against the evil forces who threat Sosaria, the champions of evil, keeping this way the balance of the world. The proof that dragons are independent and follow humans only for their own interests, are so many tamers with a missing hand, leg or... head.
So, taking into account their powers, their extremely long lives and their incomprehensible intelligence, is very possible that they could be the real masters of the world and maybe just because of them, Sosaria is not wiped out by the malefic forces who watch from the depths, or consumed by the greed of man...
Of course all of the upper statements cannot be truly verified, the truth being probably known only by the enlightened minds of the long living Greater Dragons.
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2011.03.16[Tyr]Lord of the Abyss
Lord of the Abyss
(Tyr Antilles story before his journey on Tokuno)
Back then I finally found out who was toying with me of so long. A powerful balron living on a certain underground castle in Ilshenar land, known as the Blood Dungeon. Destruction is his greatest pleasure, to see the purity getting dirty and the order becoming chaos. He was the same one that twisted Bianca's mind transforming her into Selune, the evil necromancer, and the one that tried to control me almost succeeding in it's attempt.
Almost? How far did he go with it's influence? That was the thing that scared me the most. I am no coward and I would be ready to die in battle, with the sword in my hand, fighting for my ideals and for my friends, for Britannia, but this is different. Is not a threat you can catch, is insidious and you are not even aware of it until is too late. Then it won't matter if you know because you become his toy.
I had no rest until I discovered what i am fighting. In my search all over Britannia I learned many things and I witnessed many strange creatures, places and powers. After years of search I finally put all the pieces head by head and found him. At first it was hard for me to believe. A balron can really have these kind of powers and intelligence? Power to twist humans minds and souls, to manipulate their feelings and ideas, to make them forget obvious things and twist their sense of the truth, the value of the virtues.
Frightening.
In the entire history of Sosaria only one being was capable of such things, the Guardian. If it wasn't the Avatar to sacrifice himself to defeat him, our beloved Sosaria would have the same sad fate as Pagan. But the Guardian was defeated long ago; it couldn't be any connections with this demon.
Not knowing if I was already under his control, I gathered all my will and prepared myself as well I could, planning my expedition thoughtfully. Not knowing how mentally sane I was, how far his influence was spreading over me, I didn't want to drag my fellows Paladins on this fight, fearing a mortal trap, and at least at this point it seems I was right. The trip was long and difficult, my black steed carrying me through Ilshenar like he knew what it will happen. Finally the first signs of the rocky mountains, the destination, appeared on the horizon.
His courtyard was protected by skeletons, which I defeated easily, the dark halls of his dungeon were filled with imps, demons and even blood elementals. I fought my bodied path through them, leaving cut bodies behind. Not once I was almost to reach my end, but my resolve was deep and nothing could make me turn back. I won't become his puppet, a wretched being that spreads evil around it, consumed by HIS demonic pleasures. I won't become what I hate the most no matter what. Such a demon must not be allowed to exist, I must bring him down at all costs, even if I would need to pay the ultimate price.
Lord of the Abyss himself, in his gold color, was waiting for me in the central chamber of his bloody castle. Burning of anger I draw my already stained sword and attack. His power was overwhelming, his colossal blows smashed the granite walls and platform of the chamber and my weak swings couldn't even scratch him. That was the time I felt it. No matter what I would do, I would never get out alive from there. The difference in our powers were just too big. My thoughts didn't last too much because the balron decided he had enough fun and cast a great demonic magic I wasn't even able to comprehend and I began to dive into the depths of darkness. The sense of time ceased to exist, I don't know what he did to me and most of all, I don't understand why I am still alive.
A strange dream was running on my head in slow motion. I was lying on a frozen shore, waves were hitting the rocks not far of me and the wind blow the water from the waves in ice needles. I couldn't feel my body, nor the hard rock my head were resting and I couldn't move at all. Strange I wasn't even cold even if the wind was wildly blowing the snow in all directions. A strange laziness started to fall on me, somehow I knew it is the death coming, but I was too tired to try to fight it, after all, I could rest a little..., just a little bit...
When I opened my eyes again, I was lying on a bed in a small room with walls made of tree trunks and with a small firepit in the middle of it. The fire ejected a little smoke and the warmth was more then enough for the small room. In the rest of the room were lying some objects very poorly made, like a table from wood with the bark still on it, and one solid but crooked chair.
"Aaah, already waked up, me seee. Hmmmm, good, good", I heard a voice on my left, but I was unable to move my head. Then, the most ugly head I saw on my life appeared over my bed. He had horns like a ram, dark red skin, big and sharp teeth and other two small horns on the chin. Two bat like wings could be seen on his back, and when he moved the entire attitude was as non human as possible. I was thought to myself "that's it, I am in the power of the demons", and prepared to receive the pain the demons no wonder prepared for me. And the pain came faster then my anticipation.
"Drink", said the demon showing his teeth, "Good drink indeed". He took my head like at a baby and put a gourd on my lips. Unable to do anything I drink it all and then started to tremble in pain. After a minute or so, the shakes started to fade and my head clears; I found enough strength to open my mouth and ask him where am I and who is he.
"Anishlem is me name", says the creature in common language, showing his teeth again. Suddenly I realized that this was his smile. "Me refugee from Ter-Mur, the void fog devoured my home and I had nowhere to go", continued the creature looking concerned this time. "Most of my kin established camps near the queen's town and try to fight void, but void is strong, my kin needs many warriors to fight the void creatures and they constantly loose."
"Your kin?"
"Me thought to find other ways to fight void. Me come to Britannia searching for knowledge how to destroy void. Me think useless to fight void with sword because void eats the land and mountains and warriors alike. Other way, other knowledge must be found."
"You are not a demon?"
"To be gargoyle from Ter-Mur, master artificer in service of the Queen."
Gargoyle, the ancient race met by the Avatar. But I couldn't remember anything else. Suddenly I realized I can't remember even my name, nor from where I come from, or who I was before Anishlem found me.
I lived there with Anishlem in the small hut a long time, over one year, living a semi-wild life, getting plants and roots from the forest, catching fish on the ocean and hunting small animals. With time I found out I was in the frozen north of the lands of Felucca. The coast was completely wild, I saw no other soul except Anishlem. He was a strange creature, able to fly at will like a big bat, and casting spells everywhere, he said to become a better mage. Plus he was learning other strange magery I never saw before, specialty of Gargoyles. In this time between us was started a strange friendship, based largely on Anishlem's goodwill and open speech. As soon he was able to cast the gate spell, we established connection with the civilized world, but my memory still was a blank page.
"Barrier possible to be. Me have ideas to break the barrier but to be difficult", says Anishlem. I understood it would be a dangerous experiment, but I accepted anyway to travel on his land for the magic forge of the gargoyles Anishlem were intending to use on me. The Soulforge. He learned on the secret school on the imperial palace, yet another way to use this wonderful tool. The true purpose of a soulforge is to manipulate magic. Gargoyles used it from ancient times to enhance with magic different objects and tools and even buildings, like their old dome. However, the souls of all beings are also made of magic. With his secret knowledge he can make a soulforge to act as a mirror for someone soul.
Time passed and the day of the departure arrived. With the creation of Ter-Mur Moongate, the trip wasn't difficult at all and after several hours we set foot on the Gargoyle lands. At this time I was used with Anishlem's presence, and the sight of the multitude of gargoyles in the city wasn't too strange in my eyes. The Royal Palace was a monumental building dominating the entire city and the gargoyle architecture even if it was strangely decorated with geometric motives, was easy to understand. Air on Ter-Mur was both, warm and wet, the climate that can be found on the southern Brittannian islands. Even with the beauty and shining of the city, the state of war could be easily observed everywhere. The void made it's way on all gargoyle's lands and all their efforts weren't enough to destroy it, but at least they managed to stop it's advance temporarily.
After a short visit on the city, in which Anishlem meet some of his friends Ortlem the Mystic, Zutinsom the Mage and several others, (occasion with which I witnessed the respect accorded to the artificers by the other gargoyles), we departed for the Holy City named by them "Om-de Op", where on the old soulforge inside the workshop, Anishlem assisted by an old gargoyle that didn't state his name, started the preparations that took several hours. At first I was sunken on a water-through for Anishlem said the water will conduct the magic flow a lot better, then he proceeded with the imbuing operation. The image of the old room disappeared before my eyes and a strange light surrounded me, like the light from the center of the soulforge expanded all around me. Then, images started to form from this foggy light, first without definition and very slow, but after a while, more precise and in faster succession. Many images I started to recognize, reminding me of one event or the other, but without order and I couldn't focus on any. Then the speed and accuracy increased, faster and faster and faster... ships, water, swords clashing, faces of the peoples I once know, the image of an abrasive rock sharpening my sword, cities, a demon breaking the walls and my shield, the sensation of the salty sea wind on my blue hair. Tyr Antilles!
When I woke up I was calm. I knew everything that I ever was, that I ever experienced and I know very well who my enemy is. This time I won't do the mistake to underestimate his powers. More then ever I am decided! I will carefully rebuild my strength and magic, I will search every corner of the world for knowledge and power, for trusty allies and I will rise my own army if I have to.
Time I have enough!
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2018.12.28[Tyr]Tyr arrival on Knights Guild (UO Forever and UO Outlands)
Tyr arrival on Knight's Guild
At the end of another hard working day of woodcutting, I arrived at my little stone house at the foot of the Rat Valley. After washing in the stream that flowed nearby and taking some food on a wooden plate, I began to think seriously about the request of my new Knights friends to disclose at least some events from my past.
Taking an crude piece of empty parchment I started to wonder what can I write about myself.
My past... with such a long history that I needed to keep journals just to remember the most important facts. In such a long, almost never-ending life, the events start to melt away with time in a foggy whole. And I do not wish to forget my past in the slightest.
I do feel sorry for not being completely honest with my friends Knights, but is better for everybody they consider me a lad who just came of age, as my body shows. As long as humans found out I wasn't one of their own, they changed attitude straight away and not for the good. At least my knightly ideals are sincere and the way I feel about them is also true.
After searching for a while on a chest freshly moved in my house from the bank, I found an old painting of myself standing in front of Britain West bank, so long ago. If not for that insistent painter who wanted only food as payment, I would not have today this beautiful memory.
The young Tyr Antilles on 8 January 2002
Right below the painting in the same chest were sitting several old volumes of my journal. With a smile I grabbed one and start to remember the times when I just arrived on Britannia. Coming from the southern islands with Papa Joe the sailor, we parted ways on Trinsic and despite my noble ideals I ended up on a crooks guild. Eventually I was able to do the right thing when it really counted and followed my ideals.
[[the first post in this thread]]
After I took some quick looks filled with nostalgia on more volumes, I put the chest aside.
[[those more volumes can be found above^]]
Considering the worthiness of the Knight's Guild who welcomed in their midst a wandering knight such as myself, I decided to tell them I am a young lad looking to become a fine Knight. At least the last part of the statement was true. They will be probably vexed if they will find out of my long past and my abilities in different fields that I gained over years, but since I don't intend anything questionable, I hope all will be well.
Half an hour later, with regret, I had to let go of the blank sheet that I not laid a single word and sighed. Outside was night and the sounds of the forest were amplified by the complete silence in my home. My own home ... Although small and not yet furnished, for me it was a miracle I had not dared to hope for, a few weeks ago. But with the help of my new friends knights it had become a reality.
Quietly chuckling for myself, I checked the door lock once more, switched off the lantern and sank into sleep.
Tomorrow will probably be a day full of adventures...
