Once more the REGULATORS had gathered, high upon the  familiar hill that now seemed to oversee the entire Isle of MAXIM. All had shown, as this was a most solemn occasion, indeed, a time to celebrate. In a tight circle, open to the east and the sea, did they stand, united as always, for the glory of FORET. The open end symbolizing those of Maxim's Finest Regulators to be lost along the way, as well as those yet to come.
 
To Scovaree's right, Maliki, Quodomass, RifRaf, and the ever enchanting... Lady Lare. To the left, Logan Grimnar, Ertai, Ruunne Hakko, Hawke and finally, Mudd. The morning was unusually warm, even for Sythaphore, the few clouds in the sky far away and harmless. Though now brown from winter, the grass was still tall, rustling about the Regulator's legs. Lacking in words, yet compelled to speak, Scovaree began, " My sister, my brothers...REGULATORS all...Today is a day to be proud, not vain or egotistical, but trully proud. By your honor, commitment, and sheer determination, WE have accomplished so much in so short a time. Never would I have dared to dream of such, yet here we stand, Conquerors of an entire land. Many now faithful to Foret inhabit our new lands, our holdings now vast. Yet...Now is not a time for rest...We must prepare to continue. prepare to bring Justice and Honor and Glory to Foret's name here on the Island. The temptation to rest on our laurels will be great, of this I am positive, as I am positive we shall not succumb to such temptations. While it would be quite easy to allie ourselves to those who are unscrupulous, we must not do this. No matter the faith, Foretian or Heathen alike, if they lack honor, we shall not associate ourselves with them.
Doing so does not bring glory to Foret. Doing so will not display the honor of Foretians. Doing so will most definately NOT provide the means to
achieve our most cherirshed of goals...To bring JUSTICE to the Isle of Maxim. All emmisaries from those who are not worthy should be denied
entrance to our lands. If they wish to parlay with us, force them to do so in public. Let all see their true natures so that all are equiped to make their own judgements. We have seen already, in this short time, the fruits of treachery. I am proud to say we did not fall to this, although there were some who tried to manipulate us. We have held fast to our creed, and Foret has rewarded our faithfulness. I really know of no more than this to say...I am so far beyond of proud...There are just not the right words for expression."
 
With this said, Scov reaches into his light cloak, fishing around for a while, he produces a pipe. It is ornately carved from soapstone, tan now in color, the result of much use. He looks into the bowl of the pipe and smiles, passing it to Maliki, "As my Minister of War, will you do the honors? I assure you the contents are fittingly demonic, heheh."

Maliki slowly inhaled a toke of the peace pipe Scovaree offered. The sweet tasting herb smoke filled his lungs until his lungs could stand no more and the smoke erupted from Maliki's uncontrollable cough. Shaking his head, he hands the pipe to Quodomass. His eyes a little more wide open and a lot more glazed over, Maliki thanked Scovaree for sharing his prized pipe with him.



"I come to this platform tonight to make a passionate plea to my beloved guild. This speech is not addressed to Foret Guilds or to the Isonia Front. It is not addressed to Darden. Nor is it an attempt to overlook the accomplishment of the situation we find ourselves. Life and history give eloquent testimony to the fact that conflicts are never truly resolved without trustful give and take on both sides and usually just long enough for the heathens to regroup. So the Isonia's and Darden's will be on our trail seeking revenge and numerous followers of Foret have shown they care less if we follow the same God and have tried treasonous acts against us, and these are followers of Foret! So yes I stand here before you and say, We stand alone in Maxim, besides for your fellow Regulators among us. As a guild if we continue to act as One, Foret's reign will not be denied."


"Today, however, I wish not to speak about Isonia or Darden, but rather to my fellow Regulators, who, with me, bear the greatest responsibility in preserving Foret's reign and honor. We will be hunted by the heathens for being the Finest Regulators in the lands of Maxim. Our resolve must be strong to shoulder the responsibility of leading by example. We can not rest on our past achievements but build upon them. I am proud to call myself a Regulator, and all of you my bothern...

The New Age of Maxim had arrived,
now seemingly a 100 wars in the past, has repeated, and once again ruined the world in it's wrath. Now the lands were quiet, relieved of all evil, and reconstruction has once again begun. But the greed and ambition of a defeated enemy hasn't taken it's toll on their convictions and once again they rebuild to war with Foret. Perhaps, the world will one day be as it was, but for now it is a baron land filled with quiet chaos.
  Quodomass sat with his friends and listened as the Regulators talked and kidded among themselves.
His mind raced with random thoughts as his egos put his mind in overdrive.


  "All the Regulators together, I better keep an eye out for intruders." Quodomass slowly scanned the horizon, his eyes narrowing on a cluster of trees.In the tree line was that shadows lurking among the trees" The self preservation ego was chiding in. "This would be a vulnerable time for us."
His mind and thoughts got interrupted as his eyes rested on Lare.
"Princess Lare looking beautiful as usual, it looks as if she grows sexier every time we meet..I really should visit her more often." His male ego's thoughts reported while his eyes feasted upon her sexy little body and a small little smile played on his face.."When Foret made her, He was having a very good day indeed..

Walking over to Maliki, Quodomass felt the uncomforts of riding all day.
"I wonder if this rash on my arse is making me walk funny?" His vanity ego had to know..
I really should not have worn my leather breeches, I might as well rode an orc bareback butt naked..Aloe is what I need, yeah the coolness would be most helpful at the moment. I better just walk back to camp tonight.
Quodomass half listened to his fellow Regulators as his mind continued it's own chatter.

"You can never relax your guard for surely the enemy will attack when you do" His father's voice rang through his mind.
"War does not determine who is Right , only who is Left. " His father had taught Maliki and Quodomass the art of war and it was their responsibility to care on the Regulator way..The knowledge would be passed forth to new generations to carry. As it always had and always would, The Regulators would march to war in the name of Foret..

"Regulators Mount up!" The war cry still rang through his mind. The images of death upon the peasants, blood running across the dry land like a small creek, and worse, the memory of the stench of death. All these memories went along with the war cry. You can't be a hero, if you're scared to die."

  Shaking his head, trying to clear his mind and quiet the voices bouncing around in his head. He concentrated on his mother voice reciting a Sythaphore lore to him as a child. Her soft voice soothed his soul and reminded him why he fought so hard for Foret.
If what thy sow is what thy reap,
And what thy plant is what thy eat, Then fate is nothing more or less,
The things thy do come home to rest.
The very thing that thee call fate,
Is all about what thy create.
Our thoughts, our deeds, our every act,
The good, the bad--they all come back.
Beyond the grave, thy future fate,
A just reward, the harvest awaits,
For HONOR is upheld that way,
For what thy did thy get as pay.
Thee are the sum of all thy deeds,
Eternal fruit springs from the seed.
The spirit speaks, our spirit knows,
Thy do reap what thy do sow.


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There is a battle raging inside me, one side seeks to dominate me and the other seeks to defend me..
  I feel as if torn between two lovers, one filled with Hate and the other pulls for Love...


"What do I do?" Socratos thinks to himself."What can I do to defeat that seductive side that pulls at me constantly, seeking to dominate the World of Maxim. Darkness, It pulls at me and I allow it to manifest within me."


  One side weakens as the other one strengthens.

 " Will I ever get out of this hole that I myself dug, am I enjoying war to much?

  I yearn to get out but yet I cherish where I am. The wars feed my adrenaline which feeds my soul, as an addiction it grows. Am I becoming that which I despise?

Above me is the skies, wide and brilliant and the feeling of Light rained down upon me.

  I desperately try to reach out of my own prison but I cannot move. I yell out to the sky, Isn't there some way that I can at last be free, my conscience will not rest?"


  The side of Light takes heart and assaults once more.  Like an avenging angel it sweeps in and pushes back the aggressor.  Relentlessly, it harries the retreating Darkness until at last it fades away.  I laugh and I cry. Honor, Chaos. Sometimes you had to stand and fight.


  As I climb out of the foul pit that I was in, I look for my rescuer but find the Light not there. Foret is within and His Will shall be done...

  The dangers of the World were harsh but Socratos would fight along side his Regulators, his conscience torn but his duty known..

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