[Sora4591]

"Become my Herald, and I will lend you the might in my veins.
No blizzard will rival your conquest, and all clans will look at you as King.
Your descendants and vassals must follow your path and drink deep of my gift as you will,
This shall thine bond.
Never seek to trade it to another, or this spring will dry forever."

"It is interesting how our history begins with one who was a conqueror.
One boy who by chance survived a slaughter and Amier blessed him with power.
An Oath that began with him and one that has been lost to time and the linger visage is in the Giants.
Sadly, that too is fading and so many know or believe in so little.
Perhaps it was Jokul Folhammar who understood that before it was truly lost.
Maybe Bartholomew Wilkins tried to find a way that didn't involve bringing the land to submission through the Enclave.

Perhaps it is only through the ashes of what has been burned down can the order that once was be restored.

[Sora4591]

The Herald has reached the ear of his people and reignited a fire that had been snuffed out by those with a skewed view.
Are their views truly skewed? Are we the Tyrants?
A Man that is lost would believe so, but when you stand upon solid ground, it hard to destroy the foundation.
An Oath made by one with such conviction.
Conviction that keeps you focused. Conviction that drives you to do better.
There aren't many lines you won't cross, but the Tenants...
Well, they keep you rooted to who you are.

Powerful is the storm that brews, but fear has never consumed one like me.
Guidance and Wisdom bestowed upon me by a power that I have prayed too keeps me going.
His hand neither steer nor forces where I may go, but his teaching keeps me on the path that I will follow.
A Destination that I do not know the end for, but the reward has been bountiful as the journey continues.

The true battle is fighting the stagnation and the desire to remain complacent.
A battle I have once faced before and nearly lost.
Deep were the waters that sought snuff out my fire, but the wind..
The wind of the storm fanned the embers and reignited what was loss.

[Sora4591]

" This is a rough place Tyr. There are going to be people that want to stab you in the back for their betterment.
That will reach for power at every chance. Everyone is scratching and clawing and trying to find their way to the top."

You don't know how right you were when you told me that. I was a little boy then who ventured out into this world alone. A boy who carried a legacy that casted such a dark shadow that I could never escape. I accepted it and told you that I would bear the weight that my brothers did not. I would bare the weight that was too much for mother and I would bear the weight that you would not accept. A Legacy of Giants who were conquerors of the land of Meranthe. A History stained by darkness that I thought would never consume me. Yet, when I look in the mirror now. I'm no better.

What am I? Certainly, I'm no God. I thought I wanted to be. I thought I wanted be something close.
Yet, I just enjoy the luxury of being a mortal. Withering with time but still bound by duty.
My time will come, and I don't believe it will be on a bed or in peace.
It will be at another's blade.

I've been able to accept that for a long time because I am a warrior.
One that found his calling late in life. It was also my fault.
I ignored what was going on, but that it why I am making up for it now.

Some have long sense predicted my tale even before I reached my adolescences.
I am sure they will do the same of my children and their children.
It is what you bare when you have this name.
Warriors, Conquerors, and Emperors. Leaders of man, even when the land fights against you.
The true question is How far you will go?
What are you willing to sacrifice? 

Every hero is a villain in someone else's story.
I am sure that I am yours.

[Sora4591]

"Are...you...free?"

"Tyr the Warmonger!"

"Tyr the Oathbreaker!" 

"Tyr the Traitor!"

"Are...you...free?"

Carrying the Folhammar legacy for so long in seek of glory.
Searching for the Right of the Prithvi that I would never find.
Even now my mind torn because there is now an emptiness in it all.
In someways, maybe I failed both of those legacies.
I leave that for my children to decide.

With the weight of the names longer, I have to search for the path of Redemption.

Some view me as unworthy of such.
Some believe that the chains remain around my neck.
They believe that I shall beg for death.

"But..are you..free?"

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