But my story starts in Vesper....
Many years ago, i sold recalls in an old oak log outside the Mage Shop.
One day a valiant soul came to me asking for recalls, she was so fine and pure that she gleamed like Hope... i was a young scribe's apprentice and i sold her my few recall scrolls for 25 gold each. Her name was Lady Brianna Rosmar... and she introduced me to her brother... Lord Hunter Rosmar. They were the last of The House of Rosmar... and they took me under their wing.
The Magister of the House was Xian DarkBlade, and he taught me the meaning of Magik... something i would never forget... magik wasnt power, magik wasnt destruction, real magik was what we had... a Family.
The House Rosmar was my Family for many years, i recruited and trained many and like all good things... i was lucky enough to train Biggy and Provocator. My home, The Gentle Rest, was the home of 13 recruits... and we shared a wall of chests where our armory, reg supply and many other items were shared by all... aye, shared.. and we never lost anything. It was a Honor to train such folk... and i did so with purpose.. they soon became self sufficient and left the training grounds...
Then i felt i had to fight the Reds. Many guildmates were not powerfull enough or did not wanted to fight... so i had no choice but to leave... but like Lord Hunter Rosmar once said... "once a Rosmar, always a Rosmar..." and even today i know what that means !!!
