Gynter wakes up in the middle of the night in his home, as he wipes away a cold sweat from his brow he sits straight up in his bed. “What are these unusual dreams I'm having?”, he exclaimed to himself. He lays his head back down and eventually falls back asleep, only to wake to another normal day. Gynter stretches as he takes in the fresh morning air, cold to his lungs. Another long and rigorous day of hunting was ahead, for he must feed to maintain his strength. After a successful hunt and dinner by campfire, he finally returns home around night fall to sit by the fire. The warmth peacefulness allows Gynter to his dreams from the night before, what was the meaning of it all?
Trying to remember the thoughts that were running through his head, he felt as if someone was speaking to him. The sound of the voice was very familiar to Gynter, one that he was almost certain he had heard in his past. “I know this voice”, he whispers aloud. It revived many memories, as It had been a long time since Gynter had left the lands to live on his own, to live in peace. Before going to bed he felt a strange urge, but he just couldn’t quite place it. Once again he falls asleep. only to awaken from his slumber to another vivid dream he was having. “That voice, there it is again!", Gynter exclaimed to himself. It sounded as if someone were whispering in his ear, but what did this mean? "My time time has come once again?", he pauses to think to himself. He eventually shrugs the moment off as a lucid dream and manages to fall back asleep. As he woke the next morning however, there was a different feeling...one he could feel in not just his mind but his heart.
The normal routines were too mundane for Gynter, as something else was on his mind. He unlocked a old wooden door and walked into the room. He paused to glance at the old metal chest, holding all his old sets of plate armor and weapons. Gynter opens the chest and reaches for the large plate helm, it was just as he remembered. He spent the rest of the day practicing with his old dusty Halberd, as he swung it about effortlessly. With his mind racing with fond memories of his dependable armor and weapons, he prepared for bed again wondering what the night may have in store this time. During his sleep the dreams seem more intense, it was clear to Gynter now that a message was trying to be delivered. Clearer visions from his past appeared in front of him, finally he would have some answers. It was like a true power had taken over him, one that he has felt long before...
Gynter realized where his true path must now lead, his return was now imminent. It was now time to start from a new beginning, "No one shall know myself as Gynter Valdera any longer, for that name is in the past now" he exclaimed loudly. Gripping his old halberd he began again, "The Valdera’s are dead, and I shall take on my mother’s old family name of Bender". "Slade Bender is what I shall go by now, and it will be a name for all to remember". Through out the day Slade harks on his memories, seeing an old familiar face in his dream. It was clear that he will need to remember, for he felt he was also on this path of true power. Suddenly it hit him Slade, “Vaux!!!” he explaimed. "Of course, our old family friends of the past...how could I forgot?". Slade pauses to gather his thoughts, "Maven, where are you old friend?". Slade smirks a little as he says, “I shall find you, it is time for me to come out of these shadows.”
Slade Bender
Awakened Path
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