Autobiography
Faces In Time · by Scribe Likom Stromvjork
Name: Likom Stormvjork
Race: Storm giant Age: 31 (currently living) Residence: A small hovel upon the hill in an open meadow' Class: Berserker/Crusader Cabal: Scribe of Herald
This is a path of true desire and servitude. You shall place any and all others before your own self. Walk in solitude and be called upon for aide in some of the greatest advenutres of the lands. From aiding a crazed elven lady to slay a creature of giant proportions, to offering a hand to a small little lady and her kittens scattered about. But it is the most rewarding if you allow it to be. In my time as a Crusader, I have learned a great deal. I have learned humility, I have learned pride, and I have learned to serve and aide. Before I was granted into the Order, I was a angry young lady. Devastation and anger normally go hand in hand as some of the darker of thoughts would say. Even when I was a much younger lady, I suffered greatly at the hands of many in the lands.
Puerilaug, the arch-demon and head of Syndicate for the longest of my life, was always one that would seek me out rather quickly. It taught me that there are many recourses that are to be set into motion. Even almost lowered my spirits enough to deny entering into the Order due to my weakness in dealing with the creature. But I digress from speaking further into that subject. Ragnomar, a vile Savant leader, is another that almost made me seek a different path in life than that of the Order. He was rather quick, and schemed greatly in many disguises. And of course, a vampire that is lost to the ages of time it seems. I believe she was called Despeynia. I am almost certain that there are others of darkness that I have forgotten with age, but those three shall always remain. Forever etched into the frontal portion of my brain. Each waking and slumbering moment, I remember the battles against them and learn.
During these trying times, I met many a great friends. Some of the friends I have come to know are Dame Sorsha, Lady Ihreraeh, Teacher Gindrug, and of course Merchant leader Killian. These fine adventurers aided me greatly, kept my spirits high and pushed me forward into continuing. At many a points against the darkness I wished to retire back into solitude. To regress away from civilization and seek out my slumbers within my own hovel. But they continued to spur me forward. Had it not been for them, I would not have sought out the Order after all.
I shall continue the remainder of my life and adventures within the Heraldry. I shall continue to teach and be taught as those before myself did. It should also be noted, at this time, I shall no longer raise my blades against another. There shall be no more blood stains upon my weaponry until the ends of my times.
Aabahran