As i write this the hall dims, and faint echos of time are heard. I write from the corner given to old men, for i am an old man. The sands of time have wearied my body, and carved my heart. I am, or rather was, Ygneriva Pontifix Maximus Sparti, Juli, Bruti, Kyupi. That is to say my skill in arms was adequate. I had the privilege to ride forth with hundreds of men far better, to meet men who, given peace, would have been wonderful friends. I have killed, and have almost been killed. I was a contemporary with High King Gretus the Strong, HA! the subtle understatement. A far better explanation is that the battlefield, in all it's brutal beauty, bound our souls and fates into a complex thread that could never have been broken. And only further strengthened by our brother Breeni the Gentle, we could have fought to the gates of Uregni and back if our leaders had but breathed the words. I suppose the beginning is as good as any a place to start. Would you like to hear?

note- the dudes name is Ygneriva, and the rest is a title. i would imagine it to mean warrior of the highest class in Sparti, Juli, Bruti, and Kyupi

and max, alot of people used maximus afore you did, try the religious leader of the Romans(pontifex maximus..... hehe)



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yes, I would like to hear

YES I WOULD!

Alright, but you have to listen carefully for many events shall be discussed.

When i was a lad, i was the son of but a humble farmer. He worked all day for another man, and a good portion of the night for himself. In order to work for the other man, he must either allow him free access to his wife or the service of one of his sons. My father was a traditional man and wanted his wife to be his, and his alone, so he promised the life of his third child to the man, who was named Kyupi. When i turned 6 i was sent for the short walk to the castle and never returned to the simple hut where i had my beginning, and it was the beginning of something very interesting.(in fact i tried to return there at the height of my life only to find that it, and my family had burned shortly after i had been sent away). Kyupi was the man in charge of all the farms in the northern reach of the Pontifix region of Latria. He required several young warriors, and so my particular crop was destined for the barracks. I along with 17 others were forced to run till we fell, and when we fell lift ourselves up again and again. For close to a year this was my life. my sole substance was crusts of bread and gulps of water. at night several of us would wimper, and shiver together until we were one. It was here i first met Gretus and Breeni. we were a trio, and were forced to everything together. At first it was hard, we did not know each other and were looking only out for ourselves. but at the quarter mark we relized that us together was stronger. we were the first trio to learn this life lesson, and for it we were given beds and better food. the year of my 9th summer we were given small wooden sword, and proceded to play for hours upon hours with them. they were our lives and the three of us truely had a power over them. The following summer Kyupi needed a group of body guards, so were were taught to stand at attention, and how to march. We were given ceremonial armor and ceremonial weapons. For the Pontifix, this was a long sword, and battle axe with a huge sheild.

Wow. That's very interesting! What else?

okay well I have to do a random post.

HOW DARE U USE THE NAME MAXIMUS!!!!!!! Jk sounds like brom:)

Awesome, Stefa!

GAH! Stefa!!!!! *huggles* AMAZING! It's simply beautiful. I love how you write. More?

This is really cool, Stefa!

Very cool.