I sit listening to the others tell their wonderful tales of adventures and I began to think of all I have been through. My short time was not full of adventure nor the stuff of heroes, I'm being paid to do a job and nothing more. My father was a wonderful spinner of tales and song and could captivate all who heard him. 'I AM NOT MY FATHER'... the silence was piercing, I spoke those words through clenched teeth!! The pain is still too fresh.
'Sorry everyone. I am not my father... he could tell you tales of great battles or events and leave you wanting more. Not I! I am a book learned man with no secret heroes hidden inside. Those tales are my fathers and will remain with him in his grave. But what I can tell you is of a young man who left his fathers side to find a world beyond his own borders to become more than he had ever dreamt.'
I paused to collect my thoughts feeling all eyes upon me. I feel cold and naked like I don't belong and for all intense purposes I do not.
'Many years after I began my studies, my Master brought from Sharn back to Cyre. He had met with a Captain of the Cyre Militia and commited him to find a volunteer for a mission of great import. While we waited I was told a great event was about to unfold and I was needed to find investigate the Tower of Scars near the border of Cyre and Breland. He handed me a recording crystal just as a warforged showed up "I am your volunteer". I had never seen a warforged in the... "flesh" before and was startled when my Master spoke "You have completed your training and your last order of business is to gather the information I have requested.".'
Nodding to Pike to acknowledge that he was the warforged in my tale. 'We fought our way into the tower and I discovered a glowing sigil on the ground. I tried to collect the data I was required when I was caught up in it and was granted a vision! I was watching the battle on the lands of Cyre, the cities burning, an emblem of an eye, and a giant pyramid. I saw a human woman and an elf.' I nodded to both Erin and Fax in turn. 'I don't know how long I was out for, but that is where my journey with my companions began.'
Whispering 'The Mournland was born that day as well...'
I didn't realize how charged I was in telling of our beginning or that I would feel so drained as if telling a confession.
'Maybe we are heroes...'
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