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| - -Reflection into the first year after his fathers death to his good friend- "Once my father had passed away, when I was still young, I had to start my training as a Knight. The inheritance would only go so far. From my home town in Northern Lordaeron both my brother, Hugh, and I set south. Our travels were long and odious until we arrived at Southshore, a small fishing village which fortunately for us had a few trading boats heading further South to Stormwind, a city I thought I would never see after the orc ransacking- not that long ago. Upon the voyage the sailors would often eat fresh whale, and below the decks they would be making candles out of blubber. The shear puce stench has put me off fish ever since.
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| - -Reflection into the first year after his fathers death to his good friend- "Once my father had passed away, when I was still young, I had to start my training as a Knight. The inheritance would only go so far. From my home town in Northern Lordaeron both my brother, Hugh, and I set south. Our travels were long and odious until we arrived at Southshore, a small fishing village which fortunately for us had a few trading boats heading further South to Stormwind, a city I thought I would never see after the orc ransacking- not that long ago. Upon the voyage the sailors would often eat fresh whale, and below the decks they would be making candles out of blubber. The shear puce stench has put me off fish ever since. Our arrival into Stormwind was far from grand, both myself and my brother are from a titled family. The trading boat was to large for the previous pontoons of Stormwind Harbour, so we moored up by the light house and we were ferried across with our little amount of possessions in what can only be describe as an oversized rowing boat. We agreed to go our separate ways within the City of Stormwind, we thought it would be best that we did not see each other as much as we would of liked to. Both of us still kept in contact with our little sister, Solume. She was training to be a magi and was sent to Dalaran as only a young girl, so we felt it our duty to comfort her with words rather than arms. My brother was a member of the clergy back home, he had intentions of being a priest here. In one of the grandest Cathedrals to ever of been constructed, at the heart of the city. Where as I have enlisted my service with a paladin that my cousin knew. I do not doubt that I shall be serving a country I have hardly familularased with, but I do not doubt my cousins judgement. He is a crusader, he says, well all I know of him is that he is one of the elite a member of the Order of the Silver Hand, how grand. I carry my fathers blade and plate it is red like that of our family crests colours. The blade is heavy and beautiful, it effortlessly slices through the air, and hopefully flesh soon. I am too hungry for war the wait is killing me!" -year two a.h.f.d once more a letter to his friend- "Dull is the life around Stormwind, the architecture no longer pleases the eyes and the crowds have turned a turn for the worse from quirky. The other day I was mugged. Me! Mugged! It were in one of the side streets with in the old district, I am sure you have heard of them! Anyway it wasn't very pleasant. The lack of war has created a influx of crime you see factions , country's and Orders make money out of war and they rid the world of unemployment. I feel I should do something about this, who knows, maybe I will start a war -chuckles-. I received an enlistment letter not that long ago, it would seem that my cousin once more is giving me a helping hand into the world, bastard. 'The Order of the Silver Hand would like to request your immediate enlistment to our order' well it seems like I couldn't really say no could I? So that is how I returned back home to Lordaeron. I have had placements nearly everywhere, I have even had the opportunity to see the extent of my fathers will, his donation towards the church within Stratholme."
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