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A Letter - scribed by Maelein -------------- A transcription of the final letter of Chlor the Mistress of War, Stalwart of Resatimm. I have come to learn and understand many things in my short twenty nine and a half years of living in this adventurous land. First and foremost, I have come to believe that self sufficiency is the most important factor that anyone should hope to ascertain in this land. That is not to say that individuals will not at times need help from others, but that knowledge both in combat and academia prepare a person for the many different challenges that you may face throughout your lives. In my final hours, I have been meditating on my life and the many twists and turns that it has taken. I remember the unbelievable weight of the first sword I ever wielded, the smell of my grandfather, Poaint, and the day he sent me on my way to study under Nevros. From him I learned above all patience and I realized the responsibility that I was now the beneficiary of. Timaran would be my final home and I moved there upon my eighteenth birthday. There I trained every day. I mastered skills and eventually the Lord Master We Sethronu took notice and invited me to the Fortress. I of course accepted and began an even more extensive training regiment. Wooden swords turned into dangerous weapons and many lessons that I learned included scars and blood. Then internal politics changed my life forever. Master Nychlas and I came to extreme crossroads in our definition of the term honor and as he led, in rank, I was forced to leave the Warlords and my home. At the time, I was very dejected with what occurred and if I said that there were not times I thought about ending it all, I would be lying. I reevaluated my life and I even sent a messenger to the Heralds offering my services, however, my life was destined for battle. My rage for Master Nychlas eventually turned into an eternal flame of reestablishing myself in the Halls of Honor and restoring the name that I had spent many long years building. Hours of fighting, praying, and coming close to loosing my mind brought me face to face with desperation and despair. Constant questioning by Lord Master We Sethronu on what I had learned and why I carried on brought on extreme frustration forcing me to work even harder to restore my name. Then one day almost as quick as I was removed, I was restored. This made me the first and only person to ever be restored back into the Warlords after being removed. I was readmitted even though many of my useful skills were kept from me. Never the less I carried on and once again my persistence was rewarded. The first time was by Lord Master Sethronu, by teaching me my battle stance again, and the second was by Supreme Lord Master Resatimm whom returned me all of my lost battle skills and named me as a his Stalwart. Regaining my honor and having Supreme Lord Master Resatimm even acknowledge my existence were the greatest achievements of my life. I will not claim by any means claim to be one of the greatest Warlords, but my work ethic and persistence in chasing the things I sought out of my life have left a mark in the halls of Warlords, and hopefully the annals of Theran History. This shall be the last few strokes that I ever leave on a scroll and with them, I leave you with this. No one can ever truly defeat you but yourself. Take the lessons taught peacefully or learned in battle, and apply them to your future and I promise that one of these days you will find yourself among the greatest that have roamed these realms. I shall await you in the afterlife. Chlor the Mistress of War, Stalwart of Resatimm |
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