A path to HONOR

[Lord Logan]

After numerous nights of defending his home in Yew, Logan returned to the homely accomadations of his parents cabin. Tieing his Mare to the front porch railing he thought how wonderful it will be to eat some of mom's home cooking and smell his fathers pipe. His brothers were away, still fighting the hordes of Jukans as they invaded thier homelands. Strangely, noone met him at the door and no smoke from the fireplace rose over the morning sky. Walking through the door he noticed the house was in shambles, tables overturned, chairs were broken as there was a slight stench of burnt flesh in the air. Making his way up the rope stairs, the scent grew stronger, nearly overwhelming him. Turning the corner he saw bodies, their flesh lay burnt from magic as arrows pertruded from the corpses. Surely it was an attack of Jukans. Cursed beings, Logan thought, as he fell to the floor as if his heart was ripped from his chest. His mother and father slain before him, not a single tear would fall this day as he filled with rage. Suddenly a soft voice spoke to him, telling him of a greater purpose, thus he began his travels along the path of HONOR.