"There was hardly a person in the tavern who could not sympathize with Drim and all of us were not the intended target of his burning rage toward the spwn.
"the day before embarking to the Blistering Land of the sand people and spwn, we were taken to a large hall full of other people going to the same war as we. on the stage up front was a gigantic figure that rivaled Grban( or Jorric as we had nicknamed him.) in height and looked every inch a warlord as the styles he had adopted. when the crowd went silent he began to speak out to us.
"You may come to know me as commander Grantonn or as a friend. In this war that we are about to take part in, many expect to grow rich in glory as a hero. the truth of the war is that many of you will not come back home. and most that do may be maimed or in a bag. there is a stand out side this building where you can drop out of the army if you are afraid. many of you will go to that stand and I won't blame you. nightmares lie beyond the sea as well wonders. GRONKAR'S TEETH! does any one know what a gnoll is because I don't. now don't answer that, because what you do know may be highly exaggerated and far-fetched. what we do know is that if we go, there will be one less spwn to terrorize the innocent or kill the weak. we are here on a crusade or purging might and those people who go will be proud that they fought in the war and saved what lives they could. tomorrow there will be no going back on those ships. once on board, you will be headed for war against the dark souls of the enemy after months of training upon disembarkment at port Teir. now enjoy your selves before the morning comes and sleep well."

"When we were waiting for the weather to clear up in a road side taven, Drimmeir told us about his life.
"Drimmeir was raised on a mountain ranch by his parents until he was ten years old. with some discussion with his parents, he was sent off to a militarily school to serve his home land with a will. During his graduation ceremony, he got word that his mother had died of sickness and left immediately to attend the burial. since then he had been serving in his country's army until he was told that his father had passed away in his sleep.
"Drimmeir went out like a bag of roots and woke up in the infirmary. the next night he snuck out to head home to bury his father and run the farm. when he got there it was over run with more Fellspwn that you could shake a stick at. since then, Drim had been hunting Spwn night and day and serving as a military officer in every odd war. when he heard of the new war against the Darkplain, he was first in line to brain the recruiter till he signed his name for military service in the war.

"Later, as I traveled to the departure point, I made friends with some veteran soldiers."
"Grban (gear-BAN)(back) was a ForgeMaster and quite literally 'war-forged'. He was immensely strong as well as tall. And it seemed that there was nothing that he could not bludgeon through."
"Then there was Drimmeir(Drim- EAR)(front). a expert sharp-shooter and a master at stealth watching. He never left his room without his custom silver revolving .6 SMW sm(Standard Metal Weight Small) Peltpierce, Surfyre(gun in right hand)."

"now, as a young person, the first thing I did after signing up was make friends with other participants."
"one of the friends I made was Drogan(drO-gan) (on the left), was a warrior of several heritages but amazingly wise for a man valued for his knowledge in explosives."
"Kratorna(mortan on the right)(we all called him Torma) another was friend I made and you always could find him in battle by running torward the flying bodies of enemies tossed by his great hammer, and his hot tempered howls of fury."