[AzRaeL StoRmBlaDe]

As Ghzarbanan gazed at the sword in his hand, tears filled his eyes. He dropped to his knees in wonder and worship. The very object of his order's desire was incarnate here in his very hands, and just when his order was at its weakest. Yes, Ghzarbanan knew the tender mercies of his god, and he was thankful, and dedicated. His god had given him a gift, and he intended to use it to bring divine justice, to those that had brutally murdered his order, and were an anfront to the land. With that the halfling knight drew the sword, and the room grew very bright, for the sword will stand out as a beacon of justice, and the divine wrath of Ra's chosen. The halfling seemed to grow in size as he weilded the sword, his arms bulged under his plate mail, and his shoulders seems a few hand's breadths wider. The downtrodden halfling seemed a vision of nobility with the sword in hand. And so Ghzarbanan son of Ghzarhish son of Ghzoran son of Ghzarn. . . began in earnest his quest to distribute the vengence of Ra.