Berig     Created on Sunday, 20 February 2005 15:30  
  Taan  
  It started out one cold evening, I had been hunting all day in the mythic nexus, and I noticed a HwarangDo in need of some help. He was laying waste to the Divine sheep. The Divine sheep had taken many swings at the Do, and with much grace the Do managed to swing around the sheep and managed to strike it hard in the back. The sheep fell and he quickly picked up its remains and blended with the surrounding folliage. I had to find this Do, skilled as he was, he nearly matched the strength of any rogue. About a moon or two later, I saw him again, but this time I saw him at the entrance to the cave. I soon discovered his name to be FPickleDog.

FPickleDog had approached me and asked if I wanted to join his hunting party. I of course, in need of some training, decided to join up in the sheep slaying mayhem. FPickleDog and I started to make an aquaintance, and we soon became good friends. FPickleDog, skilled as he was decided to go try and kill the Divine sheep yet again by himself. I decided to follow him, invisible, to observe his masterful technique. As he approached the boss, he managed to deal some significant damage with some swift swipes, however, the boss had learned since his last encounter - the boss casted a terrible curse on FPickleDog. This curse is also known as what poets call 'Scourge'. As FPickleDog ran from the boss, the boss managed to cut him off - then I stepped in and using my newly acquired Bladestorm trap, I tricked the boss into tripping into it. After that I took some swift swipes at the boss and killed it. FPickleDog was very grateful and asked me where my heritage had come from. My father was that of Offren.

"You say your father was Offren?" queried FPickleDog.

"Yes, he was my father, I haven't seen him in quite some time." I replied.

"Well seeing the way you handled yourself back there, you can surely only be the son of Offren!" exclaimed FPickleDog

"Why do you say that? Did you know my father?" I asked.

"Knew him!? Offren was the great protector of Komi, my father!" said FPickleDog

"Then I guess this is where the roots of one family intertwine with another.. That through the brotherhood of friendship."

FPickleDog and I were great friends at the time, I guess it was just fate. I had had a few dreams of this once, where I was apart of such a family. I had grown up without a family, so this is my chance to "join" a family. FPickleDog has graciously asked me to be apart of this family, and I am now apart of the Dogoma family.

Swift Taan Dogoma