It begins

One last visit to the Great Forge . My time has arrived. Everything I've done for my teachers has prepared me for this moment. My mentor, Brandour Battlehammer helped me to hone my skills, strengthen my mind, develop tactics and strategies around my skills. It was a proud day when he presented me to Tiza BattleForge. She tested me. The test was not nearly as difficult as I would have imagined. When the test where done she trained me it the divine art of returning life to those who have fallen. My ability to heal the sick and injured is now complete, though I still have a lifetime of learning ahead of me to master these abilities. With the end of this training came the end of my time in Iron Forge. I must move on, travel the world to help the unfortunate, recover lost treasures and destroy evil. It is the only way to improve my skills and to help clease our lands to the honor of Kaz'goroth. With my path laid clearly before me by Brandour, I headed to the great forge. Dun Morogh can be frigid, one more touch of the forge's fire would be welcome. There the Brother's Stonebeard congratulated me and worked with me to create the best armor and weapons I have ever owned. Before leaving, Tormus Deepforge asked for my assistance resupplying the war effort against the Horde. Though I have my doubts as to the wisdom of our fight against the Horde, I will always support those on the line. After producing the needed gear and delivering it, Tormus thanked me, presented me with a few healing potions and sent me on my way. With my stone set, my bank arrangements made, and bags full of engineering toys and supplies, I headed for the Gryphon Master. As I arrived, Beldruk Doombrow, another great Paladin of Iron Forge approached me. He told me about an organization. A small one that had all but died out. The Order of the Lionheart was once a strong company of honorable souls, dedicated to helping the weak, and destroying evil. In their time, thier name was known by many. But the Scourge changed all that. The war with the scourge all but destroyed the order. They tipped the balance in several battles, many sacrificing their lives to do so. Now, the only known remaining member was Beldruk, the aged Paladin. Beldruk had seemed aloof to me, but he had actually been watching and evaluating me for years. I must have met with his approval because he asked that I take the reigns of the all by forgotten order. He, as far as he was aware, was the last suriving member of the order. Though his great age brought with it much wisdom, he knew that it would take tales of great deeds and heroic endeavors to rebuild the order. Such heroic tales required the strength and brash nature of youth. Seeing me as wise for my relative youth, and longing to rest, he asked that I might ake over as master of the order. He would advise me as needed, but someone younger was needed for it succeed. Perhaps the sins of vanity and pride overtook me, but who could pass up such an opportunity? When I accepted, becoming the Master of the Order of the LionHeart, I knew I was still the leader of no one. A guild of one. But I was confident that I could find others who shared my vision and would want to work as one. Beldruk presented me with a beautiful tunic, and an amazing shield. With a smile he guided me to the Gryphon master. Off for Thelsamar . From the tales I had heard there were several places to begin my new life. However, Loch Modan seemed to be particularly in need. So, with a handful of coppers paid, I was off, souring on the back of a Gryphon, bound for Thelsamar. My life of Adventure truly begins now.