Hall of Legends - Deimos Phobos


On 2008/01/04, Deimos Phobos decided to leave the Hiddenworld behind.
His spirit remains, though, and his deeds are sung by friend and foe alike.

Strength15
Dexterity15
Constitution17
Intelligence17
Wisdom19
Charisma17

NobilityKnight
Wealth1036079781
Level100
Days To Level398
Charactergood human priest

[--] The time has come. Armour removed. Weapons laid down. All spells forgotten. Now I am drawn to another place. [--] Much appreciation goes to my team - the Tempest Regiment. Many hard fought battles led us to become the second best team in the realm. Much thanks goes to Bennrage, the true anchor of the team, with me from the very beginning up to the very end. Naturally my leaving puts the team in your hands Ben, Iím sure you will handle it well. Second, but certainly not least, Dremora Justice deserves much credit for joining the team a third of the way through and marrying me, which made our team that much stronger. Dremora also stuck with the team until the end of our successful journey. To all others who had a part and time on Tempest Regiment Ė Thank you. Dante Scythe, Fire Bison, Soranoka, Onyx, Peaches, Esplin and Piper it was an honour to have you as part of the team while it lasted. [--] I had the good fortune of being knighted twice. I would like to thank all those who supported me in the elections and defended me in uprisings. It is unfortunate that I lack the time to really give to Hiddenworld and the knighthood position. [--] The distance between myself and Hiddenworld grows greater. Leaving is the hardest part, but I donít think I could ever truly disappear. Certainly I will be lurking in the shadows of the Dark Tower, where the lordship remains pure, the fire burns eternal and the eyes constantly vigilant. *~ If we shadows have offended, Think but this, and all is mended, That you have but slumber'd here While these visions did appear. And this weak and idle theme, No more yielding but a dream, Gentles, do not reprehend: If you pardon we will mend. Else the Puck a liar call. Give me your hands, if we be friends, And Robin shall restore amends. ~*