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Originally Posted by Jotei [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

A suffered similar misfortune upon my first encounter with our dear Brother Zephyl. The man is bleeds ferocity and I was so taken by his fearsome aura when he approached me that I, instinctively, moves to disarm him. I was young and naive and similarly reaching for a dream. Admittedly it was a smaller one, I only slight the Robe of the Lost Circle.

He responded in kind to my advance. It all happened so quickly, I am at a loss for the details of our engagement. I made my move then he his. He was upon me in a flash. Righteous fury blazed within his eyes as his weathered fists pounded my supple ass. I lost consciousness and awoke to the discomforting jeers of the corrupt Freeport guard.

Naked and thirsty, I set out to recover my things. The commonlands were refreshing and I was so very relieved to meet with a druidess of considerable talent who spirited me to the feedrot and then safely delivered me to the Rathe Mountains. I returned to the site of our encounter, but he was gone. So, I collected my things and resolved to return the next day and each day thereafter until we might meet again and I should have the opportunity to share with him a better more disciplined side of myself.

I'll never forget that night.

This just got weird.