I lost, I lost against the foul scum of Tempus! I, newly re-awoken to the reaver's power, thought I could defeat her. No, she is stronger, wiser in the ways of battle. She defeated me thrice easily, though I smote her with a mighty blow, she kept coming. Curses he is in the ways of Tempus.

In response, I must grow stronger, forever mightier. I must once against re-awaken the rage in me, the rage of Garagos!

Ferris Fireblade- Bloodreaver, Brother of Blood.

((I battled Calora of Tempus when I was a level 3 cleric.))

This place is strange- it is filled with moving metal machines how I cannot even begin to comprehend. They move slow, but there sheer girth makes them hard to dodge and there strength is beyond anything I've known. Truly Garagos has done well in choosing this place for me to go. The Tempus scum around, and there cats paw, red Knight. They shall know despair, Garagos is the only TRUE god of war.

Let all fall beneathe my blade and fear the Reaver!

Ferris Fireblade, Blood Reaver, Brother of Blood.

I have found a cause, this is a new feeling to me. Yet, when I feel that this cause is threatened, I feel his fury, the Fury of Garagos.

Why, when I have something to protect, I fight harder, I feel the fury doubling within me, to destroy all that stands to oppose me?

Why, why does one fight harder when one has something to protect?

Ferris Fireblade, Blood Reaver, Brother of Blood.

I went into battle with a Priest of Lathander, he was fairly capable, but he couldn't even meet my Kill count by half. Garagos blessed my gruop, for we left none alive, no mercy was there for those who begged for it, all in all, a good day, and a good trip.

Ferris Fireblade, Blood Reaver, Brother of Blood.

Today, I traveled with two Hoarrans and a Sharressian, and a man who did not proclaim his faith and I thought a coward. I discovered he merely has different tactics, but I feel he is still a coward, a honorable coward, but a coward nonetheless.

One of the two hoarans was an elf, she fought with her hands in technique's I almost wished to learn, but I realized, Garagos would be displeased if I used my hands to kill my foes, believing the weapon to be an extension of your body in literal terms, not figurative.

The other was an Ordinant, a mighty warrior, but still, I was the mightiest of the group.

Ferris Fireblade, Brother of blood, Blood Reaver.

Ha, the Tempussian wishes to draw those who would normally come to my sermon with the promise of battle, it's a cowardly trick inspired by fear knowing that Garagos is a superior deity, and promises gold to the victorious in battle. At the same time, she will weaken this town, I shall offer a cure to all this town problems, a way to stave off attack, and gain the resources to rebuild, and become stronger.

I must meet with the Emissaries of the Phoenix should it become true.

Ferris Fireblade, Blood Reaver, Brother of Blood.

My sermon came about, and I am uncertain how it was received. Though the chances for a Temple in Lower Sanctuary, in the realm of Montezzi, has gone up.

Ferris Fireblade, Brother of Blood, Blood Reaver.

A horde of Umberhulks descended upon the town, I was there to witness the fighting, and to take part in it, a feeling washed over me as I battled, a feeling over protection, a feeling of ownership, as I thundered toward the giant foes twice my height, I felt....the truest rage I have ever felt. A rage so mighty, that I felled a beast in two mighty swings of my sword. A thundered across the hill, my foot beats the drums of war, the visage the Visage of garagos himself, I felt the Rage, of protection. The Rage, of battle. The rage of Purpose.

It is a new feeling, this elation I have protected my home. I used to battle for the sake of battle, now, I shall battle for my Home.

Ferris Fireblade, Blood Reaver, Brother of Blood.

Many a thing has happened. I entreated the Montezzi for a chapel along side with the warrior of Uthgar, he said he, the Lord Regent would consider it heavily upon the advantages given. I am proud that I have allied with this warrior, and I am proud to call him Shield Brother.

Kashanu prepares a Sacrafice to Uthgar when we finally gain the Hall, I to, shall prepare a Sacrafice to garagos, though it will leave me Heavily weakened.

I can only hope we find a number of Warriors ready to praise garagos so we can head into battle as soon as the celebrations are over!

Ferris Fireblade, Blood Reaver, Brother of Blood.

Lost again! Kashanu and I challenged the Tempussian into the arena, two against one! She brought forth cheap tricks and dishonorable methods of combat and defeated us.

Why am I losing? Is not my heart not set on Garagos? Is it because I am not a true warrior? I must know, I must know why I lose, why I am losing to one as dishonorable as she! My methods are filled with Rage, each strike is filled with battle lust, but why, why cannot I win?!

Is it because I am weak, no, I am strong, stronger than most warriors. Though I still cannot win! Why, why cannot I win?!

Ferris Fireblade, Blood reaver, Brother of Blood.

I entered the Tempussian's tournament, and to be honest, I did not expect to win.

I am losing faith. I cannot win, I try, and I try harder. I feel the rage, but the rage is not strong enough, why Can't I win! I CANNOT WIN!

I am strong against lesser foe, but when faced with mighter, I cannot. It is a new feeling, this helplessness! I know the words of the Tempussian cannot be true, they use craven tricks, to win there victories.

A victory consists of two parts, a win, and honor. Tempus does not know the latter.

---------------------------------------- ((Later that day))

One cannot know the established Traditions until one has viewed it for themselves, I have seen what these people call Justice.

I respect Tyr for his might, but I cannot respect what people do in his name. I cannot respect what people shall do in his name. To execute someone is dishonorable, but to do so in a cage, while all surround them is a horrendous act in itself. To kill a man, to cage him, to make him less than a person is something, I will not, shall not condone. Tradition, what a powerful word! A foe greater than the greatest of giants, look upon this beast, this foe of change, this foe of the world! I shall change the established religion, the religion of tradition. I shall wage a war of Change, my sword it's symbol, my words, my strife. Let there be war, in this town of Tradition.

Ferris Fireblade, Blood Reaver, Brother of Blood.