Weavebreaker

Introduction

My name is Weavebreaker, Obrimos of the Adamant Order...

Life is about growing into something better then what you were a moment ago. We learn from the good and the bad, and the lessons we miss seem to repeat in different manners until we come to understand what is needed of us.

I was born a month before my father returned home from the Gulf War. He was a Russian immigrant who attained citizenship by enlisting with the Marine Corps. My mother taught science in high school, but quit work to be a full-time mother. Other then them, there was no real family around, though two of my father's buddies from the Corps, Kyle and Kevin were a constant presence.

I remember how they used to sit in lawn chairs in the front lawn and drink beer into the night while sharing stories and reminicing on the past. They would sit there and give me all the attention I could take...all in exchange for getting them another cold beer from the refridgerator when they ran out. A fair exchange if I must say.

I wish those days could have gone on forever, but I would not be where I am today if they did. My father was killed when I was seven during a loading accident on base. Kevin, feeling guilty for his death, took his life a week later. Kyle, meanwhile, stepped in as much as he could as a sort of father figure.

It was a lot to absorb at such a young age and I began looking inward a lot more. It put a great burden on my mother as well. She had to return to working for the school district and I ended up fending for myself and trying to ease the weight on her shoulders by taking on responsibilities at home.

Kyle did his best to fill the vaccuum. He instilled the Marine Corps values of Honor, Courage, and Commitment in me. Kyle never had any kids of his own so he was at a loss at times. He taught me a great deal of things, from firearms safety, how to defend myself, and how important school was.

School...I did well academically, but at the same time I did not have many friends. With all that was going on in life, I matured quicker then a lot of the other kids and just could not see eye to eye with them. I was the quite girl who did not talk to many people, but always seemed to get A's. I would get into the occasional fight...I just could not stand bullies.

I had two friends in particular, Alex and Shawn. They were both really big into Dungeons and Dragons and Live Action Role-Playing...or LARP. I fell in love as it was a way for me to escape from the day to day of life.

I still remember my all time favorite setting was Planescape, and they made me make a monk of the transcendant order. I ended up chosing a Tiefling mostly because I loved the artwork for the one inside the Monster Manual. I maybe went a little to overboard and started believing that there was something more for me, but who can say I was wrong...

I remember it like yesterday...It was during third period and I was in P.E. sitting on the bleachers and dribbling a basketball. I do not know exactly what happened but it was like getting struck by lightning and after my vision came to I was someplace else.

The place reminded me of what I could picture Mechanus to be like. It was like I was inside a infinite clock as gears and cogs spinned and the ticking was almost musical. Then I saw it...the tower. I do not know how many cogs I rode to ascend up to it, but it felt like no time had passed before I was face to face with a door that was every bit as intricate as the rest of the place.

The problem, though, I could not open it. I tried pushing, pulling, and pushing again to the point of exhaustion. I felt like I could not go anymore, but something deep down told me to press on, and when I went to go push again I noticed a key hole inside the door way. What was even stranger is upon my neck I noticed a necklace with a golden key dangling from it, where one had not been.

It was a sure fit, and with a turn the door set in motion. Gears whizzed and whirled as the door opened to blinding light. I had to shield my eyes from the intensity as I entered. After a few minutes, my eyes adjusted and all I could see were names written upon the walls. I knew right then and there that I had to put my name with them, and with the golden key I scratched my name into a empty space.

Right as I finished the last letter a brilliant explosion knocked me onto my back and blinded me once more. The first thing I noticed as vision returned was people standing in a circle around me. As my vision became clearer I could make out the P.E. uniforms, and I realized I was inside the gym with a bunch of people standing around me to see if I was alright.

I was sent home from school early because of the blackout. When I got home, I was surprised to find Kyle there, but something was different. There was a aura around him, and I reached out to touch him and it winked out of existence, which is where I got my name.

Kyle was a Obrimos like myself of the Adamant Order. He took me a long way, teaching me to strengthen my innate skills. I do not think he wanted me to join the Order, but I felt like it was right. Another from his Cabal also had a great deal of influence on me.

Carolynn was also of the Order, but a Mastigos. She taught me how to read Aura's and about my Oneiros. How to explore my own mind so that I may strengthen it by learning the lessons I may have missed when they occured. I have always been one to self-reflect, and with what she taught me I was able to add a whole new depth to it.

I was accepted into college for Sacramento State under the G.I. Bill. Kyle and Carolynn pushed me to accept the opportunity and here I am. Part of the reason is the follow the education opportunity, and the other part is because there is quite a bit of interest in what happened here.

I am Weavebreaker, Obrimos of the Adamant Order...How I live is up to me.