The freezing rain bit harder onto my face.  I pulled my drenched cloak
closer as I stumbled along the streets of Vesper. Good god it was cold.  It
was getting dark soon and If I didn't find shelter soon I would either
freeze, or the Trolls would get me in the darkness.
I was a young scared and homeless boy then.  I cant remember where I came
from.  I was born with no family of Name.  Just a rank.  The word "Sentinal"
was engraved on my arm in a old rune language.  A family took me in when
they found me as a baby.  There only son Zar Baba, became the ideal older
brother for me.  He taught me to be strong and how to survive.  Zar Baba was
a Young teenage Apprentice poisoner fencer who earned gold for the family
fighting orcs.  He tried to teach me the little he knew about fencing but I
had more interest in the heavy sword, even though I couldn't wield one.  For
once in my life, I had a family.
A few years later Zar and I learned that both our parents had been slain by
a evil wizard.  I was 10.  Zar was 15.  He left and promised revenge upon
the dark mage.  He never returned.  I left the house and survived on the
streets for 3 years.
I crawled up the steps on a house out side of the guard zone of vesper.  I
sat down on the front step.  I didn't want to live anymore.  I waited for
death to come.  Suddenly the door swung open.  I looked up into the eyes off
a man wearing a green cloak.  I realized that he was a mage and started
running for my life.  I had been terrified of mages ever since my parents
had been killed.  He whispered the words off a strange spell.  I couldn't
move.  I was sure this would be the end of me.  He walked up to me and with
surprising strength for a mage, and dragged me back into the house.
He gave me some dry clothes and told me to have a seat by the fire.  he
asked, "What is your name boy?"
I answered  " I... I... don't really know sir,  my adopted family calls me
Armon."
"And where is your adopted Family now?" He asked.
"Dead. sir"
"Do you know where you came from?"
"No, sir all I have is these markings on my arm" I held up my arm and showed
the man the markings.
His eyes lit up.  "Aha I recognize those markings, they stand for Sentinal. 
As i recall Sentinal was a angelic warrior in the high heavens.  Upon a huge
invasion he was killed by a daemon off hell.  No one knew where his soul
went.  But on his death bed he carved the word "sentinal" into his own arm. 
I feel that you may have received his soul".
"How do you know so much sir?" I asked in awe.
"My name is Gammon,  I am the high arch-mage of the guild Knights of
Armageddon.  Mages know such thing."
"Well thanks for the history and clothes sir but I probably should get
going." I said as I headed for the door.
"Wait," he said. "Do you have any combat training young man?"
"Aye my brother taught me how to use a sword before he died" I replied.
"Well then we may have a place in KnA for you, I will contact the GM soon"
The GM turned out to be a jolly old pirate by the name of T-Dan. He was a
great man and we fought countless battles side by side.  We became great
friends or as he would say "mates".  I was trained by a barbarian warrior
known as VOR in the art of axes.  VOR was a good man, not very bright
though.  Later i discovered he had a bloody past where his tribe was
brutally murdered before his young eyes.
One day i was walking along when I came across a villain looting a corpse. 
I said. "Sir why are you committing such a evil crime"
He said "Back off this man was a criminal himself, I am merely am doing
justice."
"Well I wont have it" I said as i drew my axe and slashed at him.  We fought
for quite some time until we were attacked by a band of orcs.  We decided to
put aside our differences and fight back to back.
When we had finished off the orcs we sat down to winded to fight.
"Sentinal"  I said and offered my hand for him to shake.
"Instigator" He said and took it.
We were about the same age and became best friends.  In the years to come,
when we were fighting back to back, we were unstoppable.
One day as I was passing through I noticed a man wearing my brothers Kyrss.
  Furious with rage i drew my axe and confronted him.
"How did you get that Weapon?!" I demanded
"None of your freaking business!" he answered
"That was my brothers sword damnit! now where did you get it?"
"I have no brother... unless.... Armon?"
"Zar?" I said tears welling in my eyes
We embraced,  two brothers with only each other left in a cold dark world. 
I learned later that when he killed the mage, the mage imprisoned him in a
stasis crystal for five years.  I felt whole again.
With my new brothers and sisters of KnA, I never again felt scared of the
darkness of Sosaria.