Rurik Harrgath Posted February 5 Report Share Posted February 5 My armor is contempt. My shield is discipline. My sword is fury. Challenge Inspiration: We've been talking character classes again lately. The Great Move™ took us to realms new and challenging, deep into the woods and on the frontier of nearest civilization. In doing so, we've learned the value of self-reliance and self-mastery; both necessary to truly thrive away from all the conveniences I've ever known, and picking up traits and skills of great important to our survival. We have both of us accidentally taken an unplanned multi-class dip into Druid in order to embrace homesteading, animal husbandry, and self-sufficiency in balance with nature (blame the Conservation Committee). But my primary traits, my master class of late, is something more martial. More fiery. More...ironclad. Strength and Constitution, with Will to match. My crusade may be long passed, my hands more used to the shovel and plow than my old sword, but my conviction has not failed. My hands no less calloused by work. My heart remiss, almost empty somehow, but craving the cold iron of discipline and the burning fury of militant dedication to a cause greater than oneself. But the greatest cause of all is... what I choose to make of myself. Out of curiosity I recently googled the difference between a Cleric and Paladin within the realm of D&D; according to many, the Cleric is chosen by their god and a Paladin strives to be worthy of their chosen celestial patron. Here I am, full of righteous fury for Total Life Reform, filled with conviction and relentless purpose, so an Oath of Conquest speaks to my soul. My religion is the Iron Vigil, my Order one of the Sacred Flame; I am the Knight-Errant of Fire Within & Iron Without. So shall I nurture the bright flame of passion and motivation, and feed it well, knowing that no fire burns eternal and every ember needs constant fueling and guidance. It will take the iron discipline of willpower that forges my body on the anvil of war to achieve my health goals. The Sanctum Parabellum awaits. May the bridges I burn light the way. Here lay the Tenets of my Iron Vigil: Suffer not the profane (body) to exist. Uphold the glory of the Sacred Flame. Abhor chaos. Destroy indolence. No commitment shall be left unfulfilled, no matter the odds. A reminder from my Battle Log: Quote Herein lies my framework, my intention for the new year. My overarching theme going forward into 2023 is Fire versus Rot; a raging flame of vitality and vigor against the rot of stagnancy or surrendering to complacent existence without deeper guidance. It is far too easy to feel swept up by events surrounding us. I have too many tasks on my to-do list, I feel too tired today, my mental health is suffering a bit more than usual (which can be saying something), and I'm walking unusual and unknown places in a strange new world which has left me remiss and adrift on a raft without a paddle - and yet, there can be more than this. So much more. So we dip our limbs into water and begin to coerce our craft forward, lumbering at first as the struggle overpowers our efforts, but eventually there is purpose and there is confidence as strength growths, an inner fire that births monstrous ferocity and determination to overcome our struggles even when they feel insurmountable... And sometimes that struggle still conquers us. But, as with all Souls-style video games, we rise again once more. No struggle overcomes us permanently (except, save perhaps death itself) and we begin anew with a finer appreciation for the boss battle to be waged ahead. The turning of the wheel become visible and eventually obvious. We see the telegraphic pattern of order through the chaos. So not only may we endure, but perhaps, even surely - we overcome. For to fail to rise again is to court rot to overtake this enigmatic existence. Goals are all well and good, truly, and yet goals by their very definition are merely a hope. What is more concrete than any goal would be more akin to a purpose, a driving fire of ambition; an ember can be kindled with but a little fuel, but unleashed as a conflagration when truly embraced and given nourishment and direction... an inescapable conflagration to consume the stagnancy of indolence, the potential rot of listless, complacent existence. Every nourishing meal rather than self-indulgent snacking builds our fire, and by extention fuels our vigor. Each striving workout fans the flames of ambition, building endurance and might. Every task conquered unleashes the fire to become a storm of momentum, making no goal unattainable through my means. Herein let us forge that fire. To slay the Great Dragon: [FLAME, GRANT ME STRENGTH!]: 5 garage gym workouts per week. [TEMPLAR'S VERDICT]: Row 5 minutes or more 5 times, and complete 3 morning rucks weekly. [LITANY OF THE IRON VIGIL]: Check-in on the Forums 4 times per week, and weigh-in for the 12lbs/12wks PvP. [FIRE WITHIN, IRON WITHOUT]: Don't eat like an Asshole, track and stay within calorie limits (Every. Single. Day.) In the name of the Sacred Fire, let none stand before me. 9 1 1 Quote [Level ??] Rurik, Templar-Marshal Class: Paladin of the Order of the Sacred Flame (Conquest Paladin/Champion) BRUTALITY 11 | FINESSE 10 | VIGOR 11 | INSIGHT 14 | WILL 13 Equipment: Leather armor, questing longsword, and adventurer's pack with alchemist's kit. "Rangers have to at least give up on pants. It's a special rule we enacted after Rurik became a Guild Leader.” – DarK_RaideR "Did I just get my ass kicked by a member of Metallica meets History Channel's Vikings?" - Wild Wolf "By the Well-Oiled-and-Meticulously-Groomed Beard of Rurik!" - Tanktimus the Encourager Link to comment
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