The Holy Chronicles of Lord Ravenshire
By the omnipotent RaptorNinja
Hello there, weary traveler. Have you, by chance, heard the tales of the mighty Lord Ravenshire? They certainly are something. Why don’t you come rest here and listen?
One autumnal day, Lord Ravenshire was born to an upper class family of honorable decent, as told by his rank of lord. His whole family rejoiced at his birth, for they could tell he would go on to do great things.
As he grew, he learned, and as he learned, his mind grew. His family was certain he would make them proud. He, too, aspired to greatness. Little did he know it would come in an unexpected way.
It was his 23rd birthday, and change was in the wind. Unsettled, he set out for a walk around the garden. Deep in the forest, orange leaves dotting the trees, the wind picked up. Swirling, he was engulfed by the column of wind and the leaves blocked his sight. As the whirlwind was dispelled, he found himself in an unfamiliar forest clearing.
There was a circle of trees, more orange than brown and more brown then green, and in the middle of the clearing was a stone dais. Slowly he walked to the center of the glade and ran his hands across the edge of the smooth, worn stone.
When he moved his hands to the center, he was overcome by serenity and filled with peace. Hello my son, welcome to the holy glade
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