Buliwyf
Jun 18th, 2004, 10:07:21 PM
Rundig... the sword of his fathers, passed on from time immemorial. It is indeed a blade of power, forged with now-lost skill. Among his people, the weapon is spoken of with reverence. It has no soul... the blade is not alive... but to hear from those who have seen it in battle, one could think so.
Rundig is strength and honor in corporeal form. The man who weilds Rundig is indeed powerful, though because of the sword or simply because of its legend, no one knows.
And Buliwyf has come to offer this power. For some time, he has been feeling... restless. It is as if he is needed elsewhere... that his duty is to others. So, in the tradition of his Jedi ancestors, he embarks on a quest to find his duty.
His search has led him here to the Order. Somehow he knows that this is where he is being called. So, heeding that call, he enters the main hall of the Order. He comes to an area where several Jedi who appear to be masters are gathered. He stands tall, back straight, and draws the massive sword of his fathers. Holding it vertically before him, he addresses the men before him.
"Jedi Brothers! I, Buliwyf, son of Thrydwulf, come to offer Rundig to help you in any way you see fit. My blade is yours."
Rundig is strength and honor in corporeal form. The man who weilds Rundig is indeed powerful, though because of the sword or simply because of its legend, no one knows.
And Buliwyf has come to offer this power. For some time, he has been feeling... restless. It is as if he is needed elsewhere... that his duty is to others. So, in the tradition of his Jedi ancestors, he embarks on a quest to find his duty.
His search has led him here to the Order. Somehow he knows that this is where he is being called. So, heeding that call, he enters the main hall of the Order. He comes to an area where several Jedi who appear to be masters are gathered. He stands tall, back straight, and draws the massive sword of his fathers. Holding it vertically before him, he addresses the men before him.
"Jedi Brothers! I, Buliwyf, son of Thrydwulf, come to offer Rundig to help you in any way you see fit. My blade is yours."