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My return was smooth for the saying. Chain’s reached Poet at the tavern, and he was soon on his way to help me. Luckily for me he was able to sneak me into his room at the tavern, allowing me to rest up and regenerate.

Upon arriving at Poets I could hear every up above in the tavern Tatiana’s sweet voice speaking to some people. Rryn and Poet set me up with food and water. While Rryn filled me in on what had happened with OES, the yew war, and other things, I shaved. Shaving both sides of my head, leaving about two inches high of hair down the middle, from there I shaved my Vandyke into a goatee.

Later on during the day I brought Tatiana to a private room. After revealing myself to her she passed out, thinking I was Darrien up to what of his tricks. Once she believed it was I, she fainted again. Finally after getting things straightened out she held on to me for dear life. She informed me all about what the orc’s did to our child in her womb, and that Darrien tried to hurt her, and finally that the Dark Order was assisting the Orcs and The Ebon Skull in the Yew war.

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The second day of my arrival was much more interesting to say the least. After waking up and seeing Tati off I wandered around Dark Cove. I bumped into Matty, once a student of mine, taught to fight and honor the way of the blade. We got into a conversation, I informed him I had returned and the Dark Order seemed to be to busy the night before to realize it. After telling Matty he was just another one of Taro’s puppets for his using, he told me I should have stayed dead. Thus, ending in him taking a dirt nap. I told him it was time I speak to Tarothin…soon.

I had sent a letter to Taro, telling him of my return. We would meet at the training grounds seven o’clock sharp. It was time to settle some differences.

Taro arrived, a few minutes late. I appeared from behind a tree, gripping my mace in my right hand, and my shield strapped in the other. He told me that he didn’t appreciate me striking down a Dark Order officer, I told him it was something he’d have to live with.

We talked for at least forty minutes straight. Not quite arguing, but disagreeing. I told him that perhaps the Order he was trying so hard to get wasn’t the right one. He was willing to sacrifice so much for something that, didn’t even sound that good. I accused him of being a fool for allying The Ebon Skull and the Orcs. The orcs of which had their shamans put a snake in Tatiana, some how turning my child into an orc when he is born. The Ebon Skull, their new “Black Rose” also known as Darrien, tried to hurt my wife in Star’s house. He told me it wasn’t his duty to worry about things outside of Dark Cove and that Tatiana didn’t come to him with any problems.

The conversation was coming to an end, and I knew to be prepared. Taro told me, the order he seeks is the order he wants, and the order that he sees fit. The World he wanted was the World he thinks his better. I tore off my badge that I had worn for so long, the badge that I had worn while under the command of Lord Mave Gerhart, the badge I wore when I met my wife…and the badge I wore when I took my life, and threw it the ground.

“Your world is not my world.” I spoke sternly

“So be it.” He replied.

In a flash my mace had been disarmed, I circled around him cursing spells; I got a couple off until his weapon hit me. The nine and half foot blue beast hung over me, clubbing me with his weapon every time a direct hit. It wasn’t long until I had hit the ground; I had expected to last a little longer.

Earlier that day, I approached Darrien in “his” town. The town he now apparently dictates, Umbra. I had him corned in his room, questioning him about Tatiana.

“This will break the deal between Dark Order and The Ebon Skull if you hurt me, you wouldn’t want that.” He spoke shakily

This was before I had tossed my badge away, but I told him I didn’t care either way. No one gets away with hurting my wife. I gave him the time to answer, and his final words were these.

“I only have one thing to say to you. Kal Ort Por!” than he was gone.

Than there’s Aya, a small girl who assumes she’s a threat. Pity for her, if she comes near Tatiana again, I’ll kill her, or perhaps I won’t. Perhaps all these people are misguided. Tarothin and his obsession for “Order”, Darrien and his obsession with weak girls who can’t defend them selves, Aya an obsession with hurting necromancers, and the orcs for being...orcs.

Either way, they’ll learn their lesson.

Beowulf sat thinking to himself in his office. He had forgotten to do something at Poets, something him and Gerosh discussed before hand. They had come up with a design, symbolizing them both.

He reached down and grabbed a dagger. He pulled of his tunic, revealing his bare arm. He dug the dagger in deep carving a symbol. A circle, with a skwiggle in the middle, two dots on either side, and carving one deeper than the other. Upon finishing he poored a bowl on ink into the cut.

After hours of magic and bandaids, his cut was healed. The ink soaked into his skin, revealing what looked like a tatoo. (A ying-yang symbol) He patted his arm a couple times and glanced down to his chest, the dark red cross still remained.

"We are symbolized as one my old friend. Both of our unique ways, made into one."