Galahad, the Builder

The First Druid
When I walked out of the mists, I was Kristin….I followed Avenlora, goddess of Life, and discovered the great mallorn and the elven city of the trees. In the summit of this tree I opened up halls that became the first guildhall of the fledgling druids. We dwelt there for many long years until Azrael's kin brought flames to my home and left the future in ashes. I cried out to the heavens for the means to punish my enemies….and my wish was granted in a fashion that proves one must be careful what they wish for….

The First Knight
When I regained consciousness after making a somewhat intense wish to the heavens….I had…..changed…..my name was Galahad….and some fellow named Amaranth was showing me around a rather nice keep in the forest….He gave me weapons, taught me how to use them well, and kept calling me Syr….In time numerous young people came to the keep and took up arms beside me….for a time we were able to bring justice to the world and hold sway by the light of Janus, god of light….but all good things must come to a bad end, so to speak….and as Janus faded in the heavens….the darkness overcame us in numbers….and despair dwelt in Crispin's halls…..I saddled up my steed Justiciar and rode back to Maine…..leaving the keys to the keep in the hands of Syr Pelleas, resolving to find a different home….history shows Pelleas was a fine guildmaster after me…and I have never regretted that decision…

Galahad, the Dark Magi
Many folk mistakenly thought I had gone to serve darkness….but the title reflected the despair I felt in the world….I learned the arts magical, and dwelt many long days in the skies…in the towers of Maine…or at the foot of the World Tree…..I descended from the skies only to teach or to deal out lightenings to the unjust…but eventually the injustice and oppression of dark against light persuaded me to come down from the skies and take up the sword once again…

Galahad, Knight reborn
Swift was my steed, steady was brightdawn in my hands. Under the guidance of Revelation I brought the Knights back to strength and fended off the shadows for many years. While I did not win every battle, and strong were Napolean and Azrael……it can be said that there was honour in making the stand and winning when battles could be well won. But then a witch came into the hartswood and much withered…..I stepped away from the wood, and did not return to it for a decade…..walking the land as a healer for a time, until finding a permanent home in the hall of Vannevar. Many who dwelt there did not want a former wielder of the sword of light in their halls, for the strife it might bring…but with many oaths and tithes taken and given…Solon admitted me to the alchemists…..I have flourished in the craft…and risen to mastery of our kin…though my years will soon pass a dozen decades under the stars….I still walk the land in service to Dante….

Galahad, the Builder
I have built more structures in the land than I have years beneath the stars….crafted things of stone, and metal, jade and steel….after so many years of breaking and fighting….battle and burning…it is a grand thing to spend my days pursuing enlightened civilization in the service of Dante….and there I shall remain until death take me…or the world end…..