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Reliving his long time grudge against the Ratmen of Sacrifice, Ragnor Barakos, the former Barbarian Shaman stumbled out of the cave, covered in bruises in cuts. With him, he dragged his blood soaked club. Panting, he stumbled his way to the moongate, and touched the closest rune inside of it.

Upon exiting the moongate, Ragnor collapse into a heap of hair, blood, and armour. The few merchants standing outside of the moongate paid next to no attention to him, which came to no suprise. Before Ragnor lost consciousness, the last image he saw was that of a man in a green robe, with long brown hair, bending down towards him.

Many days later, he awoke in a room not familiar to him. The walls were wood, unlike the stone walls of his cave. Grunting, he attempted to raise his head, only to feel a screaming pain bursting forth. Ragnor raised his hands to feel his head, and felt a thick bandage wrapped around, covering both of his temples. He felt his damp wet blood around his forehead underneath the bandages. One of his arms was wrapped in a sling, and was placed across his chest. Ragnor sighed, and laid his arms back down onto the hay bed he was on.

He eventually fell asleep, where he dreamed of serpents, demons, gargoyles, all calling to him, beckoning him forward. Towards his old masters. Attempting to reconnect to Sosaria, Ragnor quickly repeated the words Anh Mi Sak Ko over and over again, to no avail. The creatures came closer, until Ragnor could see the blood, coursing through they're red and black eyes. The largest of the demons bellowed forth an enourmous flame that engulfed Ragnor.

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Hearing screams coming forth from his new guest, the man in the green robe proceeded upstairs. When he arrived, he saw the man covered in sweat, and standing straight up in his bed, despite his wounds. He moved closer to the man, until he judged the distance was acceptable. The strange man had eyes that seemed to never end, and you can never be too sure about those you do not know.

Leaning closer, the green robed man gently whispered

"I am Vaen Swiftar...Are you alright?"

Ragnor stared blankly at Vaen, not registering what the man had said...Finally, Ragnor grunted and nodded once.

"Ragnor Barakos..." he replied hoarsely.

Beside Vaen, a woman appeared at his side. Vaen looked up and nodded to her, and she replied with a smile. She looked down at Ragnor with sympathy in her eyes.

"Thanks to her...You're still alive." Vaen said, motioned to the woman.
"Her name would be Aless...Are you thirsty? Hungry?"

Ragnor only grunted yet again, and nodded his head. His stubborness told him to refuse these strangers food, but his stomach pleaded otherwise. Aless smiled and left the room. As she left, a man with a familiar face entered the room. What caught Ragnors memory was the bright white hair of the man. Beowulf something...Ragnor couldn't quite remember his full name. Beowulf slightly nodded, then remained silent.

Barakos looked back at Vaen, who offered a small smile. Ragnor examined Vaen, and noticed a katana strapped in a sheath at his side. Instantly, Ragnor reached for his club, only to scream out in pain. Beowulf and Vaen did not move.

After Ragnor had finished his fit, Vaen spoke

"We have your club, if that's what you're looking for. Good make...May I asked where you found it? Actually, don't mind that. Beowulf has come to me, telling me that you were the Shaman of the Barbarians? He also told me that you were a formidable warrior, and could hold your own in the heat of battle. He also tells me of your honor, and of your necromantic ways. Beowulf told me as well that you are a man of justice. We in the Legion live by the virtue of Justice. If you're interested, you have a spot in which you will be welcomed within the Legion. If you refuse our offer, we will continue your healing, until you wish to leave. We will hold no grudges, and nothing of the sort. I'll leave this robe here, if you do in fact wish to help us in our battle against injustice."

Getting up, Vaen and Beowulf left the room. On the bed, Vaen left a soft green robe beside him. Ragnor sighed, and laid his head back on the bed, slowly. He ran over memories in his mind. He remember his old friend and brother in arms, H'rothgar..Leader of the Barbarians... Would he submit to this? What would H'rothgar do? Slowly and painfully, Ragnor clutched the robe, and pulled it over his body, before he lost consciousness again.