I've returned to the lands and taken up the holy Godfist Warhammer bestowed upon me by the God Ben once more. I hope to find myself continuing to be worthy of the blessings and power the Gods have bestowed upon me, but time and the Gods will grant those who come after me with that story.
During my travels the last few days, I've also been blessed by the presence of some who knew me during my past travels in the land, and by meeting a number of new people who have found themselves hearing the call of duty, or perhaps that of fame and glory, to serve in the defense of Valorn. It has been a pleasure to speak with many of them, and I've found myself the recipient of gifts while I slept that helped gird me against the foes I fought during my battles, and the giver of blessings to those that passed by so that I may bestow upon them the blessings the Gods have granted me, humble as they are. Even now, after all this time it is hard for me to understand how one who tilled the fields for many years became a vessel for the Gods to use. But that is the calling and test of faith. I do not have to understand the how and why, I just have to believe in what must be done and follow the will of the God Ben as he leads me.
Many have asked the tale of the weapon I wield, and the story behind it, and soon I shall tell that tale in full, so that many may hear of the powers of the Gods, and the tumultous times when I struggled with my faith and calling, and how my faith in the gods and prayers for Guidance were answered. While it was indeed a humbling and yet awe inspiring event, I must rest for now, as Ural kept me hard at work trying to keep the corridors in the wall clear and take a small toll of the undead forces that the Demon seeks to send among us, but I shall return soon to tell the tale of that weapon, and how it came to be.