A story for thee:
Sir Weston was born in Britain, but was raised in Minoc where he was fascinated by the armories and weaponsmiths, spending many a day watching the smiths forge and repair the weapons and armor of the great warriors. It was in Minoc that, as a teenager, he met his first love Ressa, but their ways parted when he journeyed to Britain to find his destiny. Here it was that he met Buck Dharma, a novice smith who became a good friend. One day he saw a Grandmaster Swordsman and was awed in the presence of one so skilled in the art of combat, that he vowed to achieve such proficiency himself, and he set off at once to the training facility in Britain. There he practiced diligently with sword and hand, increasing his skill and strength until he felt able to venture out into the countryside.
His first excursion was to the cemetary outside of Britain late one night, where he encountered a strange and terrible dark shape which beset and slew him easily without uttering a sound. Shaken by this, the resurrected young man returned to train, and also took up a living as a trader of arms and armor. Gradually he built up some gold and acquired better equipment, and once again decided to venture forth into the world. He travelled back to Minoc and visited the mines outside the city, and happened upon a bridge leading across the water to the mainland from the mines. He crossed the bridge and met an odd-looking fellow who spoke in a strange tongue and wore ringmail armor; being ever friendly to all he approached the chap, but was attacked and slain once again, and looted; this was Sir Weston's first experience with an Orc. Not to be discouraged, the young man returned to the city where he again replaced his lost possessions, and after further training and practice he ventured forth on the road to Vesper, where he spied a chest along the road just outside of Britain. As he stopped to inspect it, a bandit rushed out and quickly paralyzed the unsuspecting explorer, then killed him easily and looted his entire holdings. The dejected warrior-to-be wandered back into Britain, ready to leave Britannia forever. A chance discussion of his fate with a passer-by led to his new friend searching for the murderous thief, but to no avail, whereupon this noble warrior helped the young man with new equipment, and more importantly, renewed faith in his fellow humans.
With lifted spirits, the young man continued on his search for meaning and found it in the depths of the Dungeon Deceit, which became Sir Weston's new home. He strode the passages and hallways of the dungeon at all hours, slaying monsters and discovering chests of treasure, growing ever stronger and more skilled in the arts of survival in a hostile environment. He also met other brave and noble adventurers, and came to know such friends as Ying Lee, the fair Isabo, and the loyal, fire-spirited Rowena Redarm. Many others also influenced and helped him grow in skill and spirit, including the great warrior Mercer (who taught the value of constant practice and striving for betterment), the Dread Lord Jff of Moonglow (who easily dispatched the vain young Sir Weston as he strode into Deceit one day sporting the new Chaos shield that he had just acquired for the fortune of 7,000 gold pieces, teaching the young warrior a valuable lesson in Humility), and the great warrior Lerxst, who helped him on many occasions when impulse overpowered good judgement.
It was on one such day, exploring the 2nd level of Deceit, that Sir Weston entered a room to check some chests when he noticed a beautiful lady clad in armor and brandishing a mighty halberd; he was awestruck by her fiery red thigh boots and the allure of her wondrously shaped armor; as he stammered a greeting he noticed the name of this vision was - Lady Ressa!!! Could it be, his long-lost love of his youth?? Indeed, it was - and as they both realized who the other was, a wonderful reunion ensued and the hearts of the two lovers leapt with joy!! Many days and nights of adventure followed as the two were inseparable, hunting with their loyal friend Tamarix. Sir Weston learned of other dungeons and their perils as he followed his Lady to the dungeons Hythloth and Wrong, and even to the fabled city of Wind. But alas, his pride once again did him in, as he grew impatient with his Lady and longed for the "freedom" of choosing his way and his will alone, without compromising with his love and his friends. He foolishly drove his love from him, and destroyed the special relationship they enjoyed (humility has been a most difficult lesson for Sir Weston, it seems!).
Sir Weston, now a Great Lord and newly a Virtue Guard, wandered the dungeons in a dejected, angry state, seeking solace in the hunt but finding only loneliness, until his friend Ying Lee took him aside and spoke with him about a new opportunity - guild membership! Ying Lee was then a member of the guild WOR, led by the courageous Tonster and represented by such warriors as Lady Isabo, the powerful mage Demokan, Lady Amber, Smashmouth, Dai Ryu, Rangoon, his old friend Buck, the mighty Tao, the pk hunter supreme Partysan, and many others. Sir Weston learned here the value of belonging, of loyalty, of working together for a common cause - all of which were new and different directions for him. Ah, fearless (and foolish, some say) he was, and refused to retreat from pk (player killer) attackers, for which he died frequently. He also resolved not to change his philosophy of life in Britannia in response to the tyranny of the pks; he adapted slowly if at all to the changing ways of PvP warfare and instead learned to avoid the areas where he might be forced to raise his hand aganst a fellow human, ever seeking the road to peace with his brethren in opposing the common foes - the evil creatures and minions of the underworld.
All things run their course, and so it was with the guild WOR - changes in leadership and membership followed changes in perspective toward the land, and Sir Weston found himself once again searching for answers in his travels. It was during this time that two events happened which altered his life forever - he found Love (again), and he found Truth - Love in the form of a mighty lady warrior Homasine, and Truth in the character and teachings of the humble St. Mark. Led to the Order of St. Mark by his friends Tao and Ying Lee, he embarked upon a journey of generosity and hope, of honor and truth, of spreading the virtues throughout Britannia. His Lady Homasine brought healing to his heart, and a soulmate to his side. Her spirit and enthusiasm were strong, as was her quest for life. Sir Weston became fulfilled in heart and soul, and such was his inner peace that when his beloved joined him in matrimony, and then was taken from Britannia by forces he could not comprehend nor control, he did not lose faith nor his direction, but remained true to the teachings of his patron St. Mark, his mentor Jhared Irsei, and his loyal friends of the Order of St. Mark.
Time passed, and Sir Weston hunted and visited, but something was missing...He grew careless in his manner, and took increasingly dangerous risks; he hunted alone once again and oft distanced himself from his friends. He allowed his friendship with Ying Lee to fall apart... He foolishly carried his keys as he hunted, and lost them to murdering robbers - and worse, the keys to his friends' houses were lost as well causing much havoc and loss of time and hard-earned gold...He became disenchanted with the Order and forsook the guiding force of St. Mark...Once again, he wandered the land empty and without purpose or direction...And like before, his friend Ying reached out to him and offered shelter when he had no place to go, and a hand in friendship...Taking a large bite of humble pie (and struggling to swallow it), Sir Weston finally let go of his false pride and accepted the hand of Ying; thanks to friends like him and Bubba (who would not let Weston rest in his stubborn solitude), Sir Weston began to feel alive again...He accepted an invitation to join the Golden Sword of Valor guild (GSV) with his friends Lerxst, Sir Gregory, Soaren Alder, and many others including his old friend Tao, who had returned to Britannia after a lengthy absence. The hunts became larger in scale, as even the toughest dungeons were possible with a strong and loyal showing of the guild. Sir Weston met new friends such as Plok, Ryan, and IceDragoN; he found old friends again including Rowena Redarm, Isabo, and Iago; and he became increasingly aware of the presence of a beautiful woman in Ocllo, a woman whom he noticed commanded the loyalty and devotion of her guild not by her power, but by her kindness and loving spirit - the lady Midori of SoM (Song of Midori). Sir Weston found himself looking for her whenever he came into town, and waited for the chance to engage her in conversation...He found her to be delightfully coy yet endearing, with a wit and charm equalled only by her beauty...His heart quickly embraced her, and he was delighted and amazed to find that she had an interest in him as well!!! As his interest in Middy grew, his attention to the guild decreased as he found it difficult to concentrate on guild matters (!). He also chafed under the structure of the hunts (Sir Weston has always been more comfortable hunting solo or with a relaxed, open small-group style), and when the guild voted to become a Chaos guild he decided it was time to leave, as the growing emphasis on PvP among the guild members did not set well with him. So he became an independent once again, and as of this writing he has not sought membership with any guilds...It would be premature, to be sure, to rule out another guild association, as he has been honored with inquiries from friends in several guilds....
To this day one may find Sir Weston in his home town of Ocllo visiting with friends such as Gerad, Jebu, Bubba, Amber, Isabo, Tao, and Ying; of late he has been exploring the new lands with his lady Midori, with whom he hopes (nay, prays!) to spend eternity with...Each day he discovers something new about her that amazes and delights his heart and mind...Thank thee for enduring his tale (Ar! 'twas a dull story anyways!), and if thou should see him raise thy hand in a salute of friendship, and he will honor thee in kind!