A hard time began, mum became very sick and the priests of our god Asgoth were far to few to help everybody, so my dad and i went out, in order to find a Priest of Rokoon, which were said to have great healing abilities.
He finally found one, but he refused to help us, we dont believe in the god he would serve, he said. My father got very angry when he heard this words, despaired he pulled out a small knife and with a mad battle cry he ran towards the cleric.
Suddenly a man stepped out of the shadow, wielding a giant blacksilver sword, and with a single strike he chopped off the head of my father. Seeing this i almost turned mad, i ran towards this fighter, wanting to fight him with my bare hands, but he just knocked me unconsious with the haft of his sword.
When i woke up again i found myself in a training room, some elf approached me, telling me that i am in the Satai headquarters in Padorn and that they want me to become a fighter for the light, for the ones that killed me, i thought. They gave me weapons and money and trained me in combat.
After some years, they thought my memories were extinguished, i was allowed to roam around alone. In a place in northern Primordia i meet a mighty Centaur who said his name is Senang, the leader of the Warshrikes in Silverlining.
Silverlining, it was good to hear the name of my beloved home again. I immediately asked him about my mother and my brother, but he wasn't able to tell me something about em. But he asked me if i wouldn't like to come back to my home town and join his honourful order, without hesitation i said yes.
Returning to Silverlining he lead me to his guild, equiped me and told me about their fight,he told me the stories about the old ones, and their evil existance, stories i grew up with and suddenly i felt very home there.
Then i went out to find the house i grew up in, but only found rotten ruins, former neighbours told me that my mum died, shortly after she and my brother received the message of my fathers death and me being dragged away. The great anger i felt deep inside grew to hate. I trained a lot and hard to become master in the handling of swords and spears, seeked out, explored the world, always seeking for my little brother.
On those journeys i heard a lot about the world, the tyranny of the light, the struggle of the so called dark beings. I went out to fight for those beings, i even found some friends amongst em, especially a humanoid dark magician, who allowed me to see his powers.
Then the day came, when Senang retired and a dwarf called Gunder became Jitsua, after hearing that he was hunting those magicians, calling em necromancers and snorting with disdane, i left the guild, the place i lived in so far suddenly became unkown and unfriendly.
Sad and despaired i ran around, without any destination, while sitting in a pub in Saint Susi i meet a female pickpocket, saying her name was Chewie, i told her my story and she understood my sadness telling me i would be welcome in her guild. Overwhelmed by her friendlyness i came with her, to this cursed city called Padorn.
I learnt fast to use those golden daggers and how to steal from people, til one day.... I was near a black rock in Tortoise seeing a black green-eyed male elf wielding a strange weapon, shaped like a spear. I was curious about it and sneaked near him, trying to steal this thing from him. I didnt come far, he grapped my wrist with immense power and forced me to my knees. Seeing me being afraid and my wide opened eyes he let my hand go and smiled on me.
He introduced himself as Lagonas, the Hightheocrate of Huitzilopochtli.
Strange, i thought, never heard about this god, so i asked him about his god.
He smiled warmly, he sat down and told me about the birth Huitzi- lopochtli, about his fight against the hundreds of gods from the south and about the fight against Rokoon.
Rokoon, oh how i hated this word at that time, he asked me if i would feel to be ready to convert to his deity. I said i would have to think about that for a while.
I went to Foray the City in the clouds. In the peace and silence there i had a vision of hummingbirds, feather-balls, man dressed in blue-cotton robes. After some hours of meditation i felt that i wanted to follow this elf, obey his orders and to die for Huitzilopochtli.
I meet Lagonas at a shrine near the stone mountains, he told me about. Other priests were there too, Gladia, a mighty female centaur, Aliena, a warm-hearted female human, Clone, a strange lady and Predator, the most impressive centaur i have ever seen.
They all joined my way to meet Huitzilopochtli. I felt absolutely no pain, when i jumped into the pointed bolts of the altar, just peace, warmth and freedom. I felt very reliefed, knowing that i have reached a important point of my life. I suddenly knew that it was my destiny to become a Priest of Huitzilopochtli.
After some days i left the Pickpockets guild, knowing that i have to furfil greater things. I tried to get my mind free being alone and without any guild, until one day i was accepted and ready to become a Priest, and this is where i am today.
PRAISE HUITZILOPOCHTLI, the god of war and lighting!