Member Since: 02/19/2004
DM Level: 8th, 86.68%
DM Title: Superior Silver Dungeon Master of the Inner Sanctum
Player Experience Points: 105225
Born at the base of a volcano,The peaks of San francisco.Cold,harsh winters.wilderness everywhere.endless caves and lava flowed.Climbing the cliffs of the west fork to chase the sun as it sets, life in the wilderness was Good.Creek of the Oak,where water flowed from the melting snow,wildlife and man lived in harmany.Born from a Mountain man and a woman of the land.I learned the ways of good Vs.evil,evil must be vanqueshed.And so it goes. Years and years tick by still the fight rages...Then She came to me one morning One lonely Sunday morning Her long hair flowing In the midwinter wind I know not how she found me For in darkness I was walking And destruction lay around me From a fight I could not win.
She asked me name my foe then I said the need within some men To fight and kill their brothers Without thought of love or God And I begged her give me horses To trample down my enemies So eager was my passion To devour this waste of life...
But she wouldn't think of battle that Reduces men to animals So easy to begin And yet impossible to end For she's the mother of our men Who counselled me so wisely then I feared to walk alone again And asked if she would stay...
Oh lady lend your hand outright And let me rest here at your side Have faith and trust In peace she said And filled my heart with life There is no strength in numbers Have no such misconception But when you need me Be assured I won't be far away
Thus having spoke she turned away And though I found no words to say I stood and watched until I saw Her black coat disappear My labour is no easier But now I know I'm not alone I find new heart each time I think upon that windy day And if one day she comes to you Drink deeply from her words so wise Take courage from her As your prize And say hello from me.
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