Talk:Taric/@comment-14.18.18.114-20130318120813

The Fifth Age came and went very much like a parade in “questionable” part of town. It was filled with pomp and circumstance but then mostly forgotten. It was mostly luck that brought a young knight to an abandoned manor house where this most flamboyant of ages was remembered. A reflection in a broken piece of glass caught young Taric’s eye and as he cleaned away the dust and grim from the hollow armor he was immediately in awe. There was power in those gems and terror in that hammer. He knew that there was a price to pay and he knew that it would never stop. Being a force of nature was worth it, even if everyone thought he was gay. Now, he struts, always ready for the offhand comments and rude gestures. Whenever someone asks him, “Why!? Why would you subject yourself to this?” he just smiles and says, “It’s better than flying domestic!”