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Submitted: 19 September 1997 Listen up you Welkins byTykel Lightstorm (Crossing, Zoluren: 382 Nissa 351)Welkins. Bah. Okay, so I did load up on grog. Okay, so I did flirt with all the waitresses. Okay, so I cant remember why the 10 foot tall Gor Tog is mad at me. It's the story of my life, I tell you. If you haven't heard of me, my name's Tykel. Yes, I was a Trailblazer, well, my brother Jesran was, but that was in the old school days of my generation of Adventurers. Anyways, let's get back to Welkins. Welkins are people who cloud my mind with pointless babble and warm-fuzzy peasant talk. Eh..Mr Barwench? What is this about anyways? Your story! Screams a round man behind the counter. Ah, yes. You see, I was a short lad when I was young -- Tykel the Tyke was my Nickname -- I donned that name for years to come. I outgrew it, oh boy did I outgrow it! I'm a 7 foot tall human, quite odd, but I'm a favorite among the ladies because of it -- some say more handsome then Arhat the Fire Lion, but that opinion is from Lasses that are under several kegs of Ale -so I guess I dont really know ... I was originally a Ranger-folk, pressured into it by a tall Elven lass and the Guildmaster Kalika. It really wasn't for me, and, after having living the life of a Woodsman for years ... I felt I was left out from what I really wanted to be. I was the 6th highest in circles at one point in time, tutored by the old Starbright, Zovyn, Snare, Starcatcher and Barnacus. But that was long ago, and rarely see their gruff, tried and true Ranger faces anymore. I was the ideal Ranger. I was very Chaotic, in my own evaluation, but in return I was a decent, honest, virtuous man any good Cleric would be proud of. Some people took this as a threat, others as a prophecy ... but it's not place to argue about that. I'd rather not speak about that time, it was a golden and a black time for me. But I guess some things just dont leave a person. I joined the ranks of the Knights at age 23. I was still young, by human standards, and still had an insatiable spirit and kin for adventure and mystique. Knighthood was very odd for me. Paging was the worst of it -- a highly respected Woodsman carrying dung from a Destrier, that was my destiny. But this gradually grew from Paging, to Squiring, under the tutelege of my friend Goboka, and my rolemodel and friend Rock. Being a Paladin was not so easy. Meditations, chants, and the constant realization that the balance that most people work for each other and not themselves diminishing is a constant worry of any knight. Virtue, Truth, Loyalty, Honor, Valor ... even the slightest mishap could have me lose circles, for, as an old Dwarven Proverb states, A barrel of sewage with a spoonful of wine is a barrel of sewage, but a barrel of wine with a spoonful of sewage is a barrel of sewage. Basically what that means is even the slightest bit of evil can corrupt. Oddly enough, I did well as a knight. My refreshed, 'juved human hide dealing well with the immortal code of Chivalry and with the female knights. I guess I was borne again -- to a better world, a 'cleaner' world. Many say I have wasted my youth, but, teaching and telling the prophecies of virtue and justice is to me a more proud thing than to slay a beast, discover a land or cure a disease. If you can help a person, then you've done enough. Unlike most people I dont have a 'quest' or 'nobility' to my heroism. I'm just myself, and who I am deserves the title of Hero. I guess I can be attributed with enlightening a few rules, a few minds, and maybe even a few souls ... have I enlightened your's? Tykel |