I am but a humble follower who has lost his way. If you are so kind and generous as to grant me a second chance I will not squander it. I pledge to thee that I, Vulog, will henceforth be you most devote follower and spreader of your graciousness. I shall purchase a ring and form a pact with Your Holiness to signify and to bind me to my word.
Breath of life comes to Vulog the Wanderer. Mine faults hath doomed me for the 5th time all because of my entranced past in this bedtime story. I need to changeth mine motive.
I have defeated a Dark Elf. Let all know that it be by the mighty hands of Vulog the Wanderer.
No one shall lay low Vulog the Wanderer. I am no undead despite this 6th world of the middle ages.
Mysterious Person at the Tavern
As I walk into the tavern the smell of the roasted Feast grazines my nostrils. I look around to see it is quite busy today. As I search for a table a stranger walks up and says " We have been watching you from afar for a while now, and we see the potential yee possess. Id like to offer a gift that will help along thy travels"
I am very suspicious considering I've never seen this person before.
"How do I know this isn't a trick," I say sternly yet softly as to not disturb the tavern. "Or better yet a plot to kill me."
the stranger smiles, assuring me he has only my best interest in mind. I know I shouldn't but I ask what this gift is. The stranger reaches into his pack and rummages around for a bit.
No one shall lay low Vulog the Wanderer. Be it known to all that Vulog the Wanderer hath returned in the 7th resurrection.
T'was the first time I encountered a Black Bear. I live to tell about it because I won that battle.
Vulog the Wanderer is raised. I, Vulog, liveth for the 8th version of mine fascinated self. Change the aspiration and I shall changeth the outcome.