Seraphim History Bk. III
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Title: Seraphim History Bk.III
Author: Ian Fallenhope
I was happy as ever then, our Rohan was back! But, to my dismay, as the war ended, and the Orcs were driven underground, Rohan returned, alive and yet still dead. He came home, tended to his armor and weapons, and spoke little about the war. He sank back into his sullen pit of memory, and donned the color black, instead of the bright hued purple of his family colors.
Seeing this I knew he was beyond our reach, and wanted nothing to do with us, or the larger world unless some new foe came to threaten. I myself had found a new foe, the Ice Daemons. Regardless of whether they were akin to those that stole my Sasche's soul or not, I hunted them as vigorously as any. In those bleak cold caves of Ice I met one who reminded me of Sas, yet, was much different and new. Her name was Marissa, auburn haired, fair skinned, a shapely young maiden as I had seen. I ran into her several times and we spoke often. I finally came out of my witless stupor, and realized I had seen her many times before that, at the east bank. I introduced her to Tragg and Sam, and all I had become familiar with around town. She found a place within the clan, as she was like-minded, fair of speech, and word. We all accepted her among us gladly. At this time I could easily veer off on many tangents, sparked by so many folks we have been touched by. Alas, this is not the time. I had joined a new guild made up of all tamers, and my time was devoted mostly to that. Terhan developed another skill problem and sulked off to debate the choices. Rohan stayed home mostly, and Doc managed to lose several vendors in succession. So it was, that I put my foot down and forbade him from any more outside business's. Bruce was focused on his endeavors, and the age passed on. A new age was fast approaching, and many changes paved the way for it's arrival. Many friends left the realm, and many new ones filled the voids left behind. So it was rumored, and discovered that the age of shadows was closing in upon us.
Old enemies in new and horrible disguises arose, a new land lay opened to all who dared venture there, and with a horrible vengeance Yew was turned into a festering marshland. It wasn't long after that threat of Blackthorne had been squelched, Rohans younger brother Balor came to share news of his father, and sister Aurora. Balor and Aurora were the twins, and their birth spelled the death of their mother. Rohan although happy to see his brother, and hear news, was twice saddened by Balors arrival. For not only were there the reawakened memories of his mothers death, but, the grim news of Fathers failing health. It was never spoken aloud, but during their conversations I pieced together some riddles of time. It seemed to me that the time about whence Father began complaining of ailments, was similarly the about the same time Rohan had suffered his loss of will.
Balor was a fencer, and being young wasn't too concerned about training as his brother Rohan had been. He spent most of his time speaking with Rohan and catching up, which seemed in the long term, very good for Rohan. In this time I was Guildmaster of the tamers guild, and a Noble House Lord in the Kingdom of Stormhaven. The kingdom suffering the dread of the coming age began cracking from within, and all about the land chaos was prevaillent. Disputes occured, a new threat came and although most allies were divided, we drove the evil Cromidor from the realm. The bickering continued amongst the Kingdom and it's allies, and I felt it was time to take the remainder of my Guild, to independence. We left Stormhaven, and took the name of the Free Tamers of Sosaria. Deeming it necessary to isoloate ourselves from the deposed Lord British's realm of influence, we set our sights on the land of Malas.
Rohan's family home was in Trammel, and he wished to remain there with Terhan and Balor. I remained there as long as I could until the new Guildhouse was built, and I purchased a home of my own on Horseshoe Island. Aurora and Father soon came to this land shortly thereafter. Aurora like Terhan was an archer, and Father was a swordsman turned macer. Seeing them as a united family again was an astonishing feat for all. For none had ever expected to see them all together again. The effects on Rohan and Father were simultaneously beneficial to both, and Rohan once again ventured out into the world, and Father took up his weapons and set about to restoring his old vigour with training. Terhan, having been so overwhelmed by choices, finally took up the family way, and joined them as a practicing member of the new way of Chivalry. Such was the regalness of the Seraphims. Such a family may never be known in the realm again.
As for me, I finally stepped down as Guildmaster, and will go on my ways. Having done much in this world, and still feeling I've done so little, now is my time to fade away into the mists of time, and memory. Bruce, Terhan, Balor, and Aurora left this land to return home. Rohan alone remains now to fly the family colors again. Doc, having had enough of the Seraphims views of the Virtues, has taken the path of Darkness. Last I saw him, he was a Dark Lord. So it is now, that I end this tale of the Serphim Family History.
Addendum: I cannot imply, nor express as strongly as I would like to, the importance of the people you meet in this world. So many faces and names have passed before me over time, each one a strand in the long woven tapestry of my life. Without many of the strands in my tapestry, I fear I could never have achieved so much here, or could have had the great privledge of knowing so many wonderful folks. To tell my entire tale in full detail would consume many volumes, just with names of those who have left an impact on my heart. Alas, though my memory fails me now, many names have been forgotten, but the name insomuch is not as important as the emotion stirred with the memory.
There are many characters I have left out of this tale as well. Some are well known, others not so well known. But all in all, behind each characters face was my own, my words, my deeds, and as much as you have known of them, so you have come to know me. I to this end, have become to know you all as well, through your acceptance of my characters. For its no wonder that you were attracted to me, through the same fibres and process within yourselves. My time in this world is done, but forever will I carry you all in my heart.
Goodbye, and farewell my friends, my treasures.
Sincerely,
Lord Ian Fallenhope.