I, Ajax, have gained enough experience that I am considered to be Level 1 among my fellow men.
Let it be known that I, Ajax, have attained Level 2 and as such have grown in both ability and endurance.
T'was the first time I encountered a Woodsman. I live to tell about it because I won that battle.
I, Ajax the Merciless, was attacked by a Bully and was victorious in combat.
The Resurrection of Ajax the Merciless. I, Ajax, have died but am alive again! I am still Ajax the Merciless even if this adventure of life doth maketh me astonished the 1st time over.
Most beautiful lady of Ajax
Today I was stuck the deepest blow ever to befall me, but it was not the blow of a sword or fist, but the mere slight and wisp of a smile from sheer beauty on Earth. Soft blonde hair and smirking lips, eyes intense yet playful. I instantly wanted to know more about her, to follow her, to feel the touch of her skin, to hear her voice saying my name.
I cannot think straight. I fear I may be going mad. What power is it that beauty holds that can leave me so devastated? This feels dangerous. Yet it is a danger that I will brave. A young hobbit saw me smitten with her and offered to introduce me to her for 5 gold. I doubt he will do so, he's probably just taking advantage of me - but I don't care. I gladly pay him the gold. I would have paid him 500 had I had it on me.
Let it be known that I, Ajax, have attained Level 3 and as such have grown in both ability and endurance.
Mysterious Person at the Tavern
Yesterday, when I walked into the Town's tavern I had the most peculiar encounter. Amidst the regular knaves and lasses there was a noble woman or aristocrat of some sort who looked very out of place. Stefan was attempting to be courteous to her, and the wenches and regulars were friendly, but she seemed extremely reserved - almost with trepidation. She stuck out like a sore thumb and I could not help but notice her right away when I entered.
Strangely, when she saw me, she stood and came over to me, inviting me to sit with her. I accepted. A comely woman, if a bit older, she was dressed in a fine yet practical outfit displaying her status yet clearly designed for travel. She began telling me that she is from an estate not far from the Town. The high nobles of the estate were meeting with some town politicians about the state of disorder in the country right now. Many agreed about the need for strong leadership, but who knew of someone powerful and charismatic enough bring together the disparate and hostile tribes and factions of this land? That's when your name came up.
She told me there are some in town who believe in my potential and others, more powerful still, who wish to believe in it but are not yet convinced. The high lord she serves under is for now to remain anonymous, but is sending me an endowment. I am to be judged on how I use it. I am not sure what to make of all of this, but I accepted the offer. I hope to prove worthy of this boon.