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I remember the day I first left home 65 years ago. There was a cold cheerless rain falling as I stumbled away from the humble cottage that had been my family home. All that was left was a smoking husk of a building and my elven fathers and human mothers scorched bodies. The Orcs had done their job well. Like all Orcs they had missed one thing in their final search, ME. Filled with a strange burning snesation I followed their trail for a week resting and recovering as I went. My only Solace was the Sacred Book of Mithaniel Marr, my fathers copy, which burned against my chest. When I finally overtook the Orcish band something possesed me. I vaguley remember images of the fight. Strange blue glowing smoking armor seemed to surround me as a blade with Marr's symbol on it flashed in my hands raining death among the Orcs. When I came to my senses I was laying in the cold rain of Freeport at the entrance to Mithaniel Marr's temple with a strange cleric with crystal blue eyes leading me into the cloister. Now, 65 years later, I know the truth. Mithaniel Marr has chosen me to become his vision of justice on Antonica and anywhere else. I am Mithaniel Marr made flesh and all blasphemers shall suffer a painful death.
I remember the day I first left home 65 years ago. There was a cold cheerless rain falling as I stumbled away from the humble cottage that had been my family home. All that was left was a smoking husk of a building and my elven fathers and human mothers scorched bodies. The Orcs had done their job well. Like all Orcs they had missed one thing in their final search, ME. Filled with a strange burning snesation I followed their trail for a week resting and recovering as I went. My only Solace was the Sacred Book of Mithaniel Marr, my fathers copy, which burned against my chest. When I finally overtook the Orcish band something possesed me. I vaguley remember images of the fight. Strange blue glowing smoking armor seemed to surround me as a blade with Marr's symbol on it flashed in my hands raining death among the Orcs. When I came to my senses I was laying in the cold rain of Freeport at the entrance to Mithaniel Marr's temple with a strange cleric with crystal blue eyes leading me into the cloister. Now, 65 years later, I know the truth. Mithaniel Marr has chosen me to become his vision of justice on Antonica and anywhere else. I am Mithaniel Marr made flesh and all blasphemers shall suffer a painful death.
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