The Story of Raekwon!

A tall figure enters the bar, a sad gloomy look on his face . . . he removes his golden mithril helm and asks the bartender for a Guinness Stout . . . he looks saddened.

A much older man sits next to him, he stares at the young man . . . and says "Are you ok my son?"

"No, actually, I am not, today is the 20th anniversary of my fathers death"says the young man.

"That is terrible" says the old man, "might I ask what happened, and who you are?"

The young man says "My name is Raekwon, and it is quite a long story. I wouldn't want to bore you, though I do need to tell my story to someone."

The old man says "Please tell me the whole story, I have nowhere to go and I have all the time in the world to listen."

So the young man began to tell his story, and it went like this . . .

Like I said before . . . my name is Raekwon, and my father was once a great samurai. The greatest samurai in the Dulin Empire, he was the shogun's decapitator. He cut off the heads of 131 lords. His name was Trajar, and feared by all the thieves and corrupt members of the Empire. Trajar was a very faithful man and the Kings word was what he lived by. My mother's name was Rehanna, a great sorceress, who lived by the same code as my father.

The king of the Dulin Empire was King Yarfon, and his son was Prince Bevil. The king was a very good man, his citizens loved him and enjoyed the security which he provided, but Prince Bevil was a power hungry youth and wanted to conquer more land, and could not under the power of his father. So Prince Bevil devised a plan to assassinate King Yarfon. Trajar learned of this conspiracy and attempted to stop it, but they kidnaped my mother Rehanna to prevent Trajar's interference.

King Yarfon, being the great man he was, was quite naive toward his son's actions and would not believe Trajar. On day 14 of the month First Harvest of the year 136 King Yarfon was assassinated by Prince Bevil's conspirators, and King Bevil became the heir to the throne. His first move as King was to murder my mother Rehanna, and claimed she was a Heretic. Otherwise, the citizens would never have calmly allowed her murdered.

There she stood, in her utmost beauty, with a noose tied around her neck. We could do nothing, but watch, forced to watch, knowing we were next to die. I trembled in fear and began to cry, my father grasped my shoulder and told me not to cry, I couldn't resist. They removed the plank under her feet and there she fell, hanging only by the noose. She soon died, and they removed the mask from her face. The last time I would ever see her, blood ran from her mouth and eyes, it was a terrible site. King Bevil and his followers stared directly into my eyes and laughed at me. This I could not refuse to avenge, being only 15 years old I felt anger and hatred which I have never felt before and could not even begin to explain. I slowly began moving through the crowd, toward King Bevil, my father lagged behind, he knew what I was going to do, and I heard him calling my name. As I was within reach of the King, I smiled at him and removed my sword from my sheath. His bodyguard quickly jumped in front of him and I thrust my sword into his bodyguard's chest. I laughed loudly and my father grabbed me up and began running with me, all I could do was laugh, a horrid laugh of hatred. My father told me that we must flee Dulin immediately before they killed us.

We grabbed nothing from our homes, we just ran and ran. I could see fire and smoke rising from the background. Bevil had obviously burned our home to ashes. We had nothing, just me and Trajar, and we would soon surely die. Yet we survived, and after years of travel we arrived in a town known as Devardec. My father had developed a sickness known as pneumonia, and after a day in Devardec I knew that he too would die.

As he laid there on the curb, he stared at me, he looked into my eyes and said "Son, you have made me proud and now it is my turn to go, but before I do, you must make a choice, choose the sword and you will join me, choose the ball and you will join your mother, you do not understand my words but you must choose."

I nodded and grabbed for my father's sword . . . a small grin came upon his face, he closed his eyes, and never awoke from his sleep.

I walked around this new town for several days, never speaking, showing no emotion. Until one day I saw a face of pure beauty, a red headed woman who spoke to me.
"Come with me, young man, my name is Sayrina, and I am the immortal of humour and mischief" she said.

I grew to know Sayrina well, never telling her of my story. Nevertheless, she knew . . . she knew of my pain, and taught me how to smile and laugh to escape my fears. She than let me on my own, and I found my way to the Warriors Guild. After speaking to Hellemburg I knew this was the guild for me, the killing and slaughtering of all that is evil would help me avenge my grief. So I joined the Warriors. Soon forgot my troubles, only recalling them on this anniversary. I met many friends under Sayrina's guidance, but soon she would also leave me. Although she has left, I have still remembered her wise words, and kept humour in my life. Her temple soon began to slow and as members moved on to seek their own fate, I have chosen to do so myself.

I have experienced much change in my life, some for the good and some for the worse, but eventually all change is for the best. Inevitably we must accept this change or live life miserably. This is what I have learned from my life, and I have accepted this change. Now it is my turn to move on, so I seek out Khan to accept me as I have accepted change and her ways.

Raekwon than stands up, and says "now I must go, it is my turn to find Khan and tell of my story.

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