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Tales Told by the Fireside By the Gangrel of the british Isles and Eire As recalled by Qualin Hess, Wilderness blood of the Cammarilla, Journeymann of Eire Soldier told By Malcom, Wilderness Blood of the Camarilla, Priomh-aire na hEireann |
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[Malcom who has been busy talking to Qualin looks up]
"I have a story and yes I would like some whiskey,I'd prefer
Beer but any thing will do."
[Malcom smiles and looks at Dominic]
Once upon a time in a galaxy far far away(only joking)
Once upon a time in a country not far from here lived a soldier,
he fought for his King and a counrty that wasn't his.He fought
whereever his king would send him.Others went with him and they
died soon this brave little soldier was all that was left.
When all the wars were over he still walked the battlefields
still looking for a battle to fight or a foe to conquer.He found
none all he found were clues to were the enemy was and when he followed
these clues he found more clues until one day the clues took him home.
At first he did not recognize his home. No children called his
name no women welcomed him home. he thought he had traveled to a different
town until he came to his home and he wished he had travelled to a different
town. He called to his mother no one came.
He called to his sister no one came only the ghosts of a different way of
life answered and in one voice they answered Revenge.
He followed his foe across the sea to a mystical land he followed him
until he was to old to follow anymore, but still his foe stayed young. He
prayed to the Gods and asked why is this so only his foe
answered saying he would show him the way if he would never fight for a King
of another country.
Years passed into decades and decades into a Century and one day the soldier
awoke to find he was doing the same thing as he did o-so-long ago.Except
this time he did not chase his foe instead he let his foe
chase him. |
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