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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Argent Silvermage" data-source="post: 941388" data-attributes="member: 4322">Just a Taste...Gideon of the Storm.    I remember the moment I was chosen. It was the night of my manhood ritual. My father Gavin De Angeles had just shown me off to the men of the family, as was tradition for my family. The ceremony was overly elaborate but I was not even paying attention. Tonight would be the first time I would be allowed to ride a Pegasus. My family had raised the Pegasi for generations and I would be no exception. My father had allowed me to choose a stallion for my first flight. Star Streak was father’s personal mount and the best trained in the pens. As the ceremony ended and the time for the ride began a massive storm grew out of seemingly nowhere. Father told me I would not be able to fly that night but as soon as the weather broke I would get the chance. We returned to the hall and my elders drank themselves to sleep.I however did not sleep. During a lull in the storm, I decided that as a man I had the right to fly as I so chose. I went to Star Streak and unfettered his wings. We rose to the top of the cage and I unlocked the gate. The stallion took advantage of his newfound freedom of movement and novice rider, shooting right into the sky and into the thunderhead. I did what I could to control him, eventually giving in and enjoying the ride despite the rain and thunder. I had ridden for about 10 minutes when I realized the danger I was in and tried to steer the Pegasus back home. The estate was within view and we were passing over Loc Aerie when the bolt hit us. The lightning struck me and Star Streak was killed instantly. I plunged almost dead into a shallow part of the loc and would have died if not for a fortuitous log that I clung to. I don’t remember being found or the next week, I do remember waking up bandaged from neck to waist and the healer watching over me. He said that I must have met Hurrian judging from the brand he left on my chest. It was days more before I saw what old master Freeman was talking about. There is a scar down my chest and belly shaped like a rough Longsword. When I saw it I remembered hearing a voice over the roar of thunder saying “You are mine now.” My father has not spoken to me in years. Partly due to the death of his prized mount and partly due to the fact that I will not be taking up the family business. Not that I don’t have 2 younger brothers and 4 sisters to carry on with out me.I left my ancestral home and eventually found a temple devoted to Hurrian where I was taken in and trained as a holy warrior of the storm, One of the storm god’s living lightning bolts.</blockquote>

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