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[Max of Vesper]

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Max rose and greeted the rising sun with a stretch. The tranquility of his new lifestyle had been good to his aging bones, and the soreness he used to feel with getting out of bed in the morning had long since past. Reaching for a shirt to throw over his head Max's eyes came to rest on an old friend in the corner he had not visited with in some time....his old katana. Throwing his shirt on, Max purposefully strode over to the corner of the room and picked up the blade that had seen so much use in the past, but now was simply a collector of dust.

Surprisingly to Max, he actually had to put a bit of effort into pulling the sword out of its sheath. Slowly drawing it out, Max was disgusted to see the surface rust that had developed on the face of the once glistening valorite.

"For shame! This will not do at all!" Max chided himself for allowing the neglect. "If it were not for you. I'd be dead several times over and then some! Let's take you down and get you cleaned up proper." He slid the blade back into the sheath and headed downstairs for his breakfast.

Handling his old sword brought back a flood of memoies for Max while he ate. His hometown of Vesper, his old guildmates from the Adventurer's League; Nicodemus, Brianha, Smiticles and Richard, his old allies from the Northern Alliance such as Arcana, Vaen, Leshok, Aless, and Beo. Ceinwyn, the only woman Max ever loved crossed his mind as well, although memories of her were regular visitors to Max's thoughts. He even took some time to think of the old Town Crier who was always there near the bank in Vesper, rain or shine, whether there was news to report or not. The memories of such things were never far from Max's mind, but today, with his sword in his hands once again, they were far more vivid then usual.

Pushing back from the table, breakfast now complete and his old friend now properly shiny again after a little elbow grease and time with a sharpening stone, Max walked over to a balcony that gave him a wide enough space for a full wingspan of his outstretched arm and katana. Slowly he began the old drills he never forgot from when he first learned to yeild a sword as a boy. He started by stretching out his wrists and reacquainting himself with the weight and balance of the weapon. In short order he was slicing through the air and stabbing at unseen foes with the skill of a legendary swordsman. After working up a sweat and feeling convinced he hadn't lost a step, Max lowered himself into a comfortable chair with the katana laying across his knees.

"I wonder if the Solens are still attacking Vesper as they always were?" he asked the old ghosts of his past who shared the room. "Those damned Ophidians too. We dispatched quite a few of those obnoxious invaders as well, you and I." Max continued as he patted his hand on the sword. "Well," Max said as he stood the sword up against the fireplace mantle. "I hope the town is being kept safe by the next generation of protectors. I imagine they would not take too kindly to an old veteran like myself stopping in to assess their readiness." And with a chuckle Max headed to his study to begin writing some letters to old friends.
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-Max of Vesper, Super Pally Perma NoOb.