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I was born an Icewalker. It is a simple statement I know but it means much to those whose feet know the long journeys. My playground a frozen wasteland and my lullaby the howling sound of the bitter winds. My people followed its herd and its herd provided strength and great honor for its people. We fought the walking dead and the creatures of night and darkness. My father was warrior and a tribesman. He knew no great fame or honor at least no greater then any other. His pleasures had been that of all Icewalkers a good sword, and a goodly wife. We were a proud and a strong tribe and that pride proved to be our undoing. We fought to hard and to often. In the end we were over run because our own inability to think that our strong arm was the key to victory in all battles. The walking dead came in droves. Like an avalanche they came, crashing against our warriors but in the end we over run. In the last fight of our tribes the children ran off into the night and scattered in a panic rather then hoping to help our chances escapes. My last view of my people was the women holding off the dead while their children fled into the night. I fear I shall never know or see such valor again in my life and I hope I never have to see a seen like it again. I believe that some of our people made it out that night, but I doubt very many. It is all the hope I have for my people.

I ran into the night and ran until the tears fell. I came to a cave and the end of my flight. The cave was smooth completely smooth, no hanging icicles, only a slow glow. In the walls were frozen beasts great and giant creatures. I followed down the cave to when a cave floor gave way to polished stone. The polished stone gave way to mosaic tiles; mosaic tiles gave way to a wonder. Living pictures moving portraying the scene of great battles shining warriors fighting the evil of the world. Giants, monsters, gods, and soulless dead cowered and crumpled beneath or before the power of them. I ventured forward to find a group of men and a women standing at a giant door. They feed me and clothed me. They told me what they were doing at the door and that the people fighting depicted on the walls were called The Shinning Ones. That it was their sacred duty to find the tombs of these great heroes and have their weapons so they can be ready to fight when they returned.

We traveled the north and during the years the leader of the group a portly man name Semiril and his wife Linie a surly hard nosed woman cared for me as their own child. The couple was aged like worn leather by the time they had found me and had no children. Semiril claimed that the stars claimed that they were to count them as their own child. So they did and as was their way they gave me knowledge and purpose. Linie spent many days with me going over geomancy and Semiril spoke to me of the stars. The guards showed me the axe and bow. Snow Fox the leader of the guards was a retired veteran of the Dynastic Army showed me told me histories and glory of war. Linie had an old saying for everything even if she had just made it up she would just tell you that at her age even her new sayings were old sayings. The time I spent with them would not last for ever and in my 14th year they gave me a great gift one day a gemstone set in a necklace claiming that the best gift they could give me was a sharp mind so that I might never forget what they had taught me. This was a parting gift from them. As Semiril and Linie said that their time on this world was running out. Their final words were that they would find each other in the next life just as they had found each other in this one, so that I was not to worry for them. They packed me up with Snow Fox he promised them that he would see me to where ever it was fate took me.

So I knew that I could try to go anywhere in the world but Linie alive or dead would see me to where she wanted me to go. So I went to the training camp and made my self into a shield as much as a sword. To be used by the Shining Ones to protect and defend them. A few years later my squad was sent on a mission find and return a young group of children. When we came to the village we found it being ravaged by the cursed creatures of the night. We raised our swords yelled a bone curdling battle scream as we torn into the village. It turns out that the dead did not fear us and they do not suffer the living long. We fought our way to the town and found a group of children hidden in the temple a lone priest holding the doors. Armed in his faith he held those servants of the shadow at bay. Tolavar bid us to grab the children as he waded into the writhing mass of the cursed dead bringing the light of lights to their wretched souls. Inside the Temple there was a lone girl maybe 15 years old frightened like a sheep when the wolves were out. I turned and found the last of the men fighting at the door soon to be over taken. In the distance I heard the priest cry and his light was removed from this world wrapped in darkness. Well fell back into the temple heading up the stairs moving to the roof there was only three of us. At the top of the stairs there was only 1 left. On the roof I held the girl in my arms and as the fiends climbed out one of Linie's old sayings came to me "You cannot hold the sun at dawn." I looked up to see the sun rising over the mountains. As the sun almost created my mind and my feet felt surety every step I took a glow I heard a voice coming to me so silent like the whisper of petals on the wind. I hear it in my head still " I give to you a great charge protect my people from those who would destroy them. guide them through the shadows so they all ways stay in the light." I sat at the ridge of the mountains the girl asleep in my arms staring down at the village. A golden light warmed me to the center of my being and in the village on this day it warmed the walking dead even further. The city burned and it’s named lost to history. I carried her to the waiting arms of the Sequestered Tabernacle. I know that I have more to find and another one of Linie's sayings came to me "Dragging feet never finish a journey"