Peacebringer Kheldian Korps Sam Hufinson had led a charmed life. At the age of 28 he was at the peak of his game. Starting Middle Linebacker for the Paragon City Giants, the premier football franchise. Sam was coming off of his best season ever...named as one of the Leagues "All-Time Greats," All Pro honors 6 years straight, a third championship season and named as one of the League's "Nice Guys." Life was simply great. That all changed one fateful October day 3 years ago... It started as any other in-season Sunday. Sam kissed his wife and kids goodbye and headed to the stadium. The strangeness started when he opened his locker...a sense of dread washed over him. Chalking it up to pre-game anxiety he tried to ignore the feeling. The game was going as many others with the Giants holding a lead and the defense trying to crush the oppositions comeback attempt. Third & 3...the rival QB takes a 3 step drop and drills one over the middle toward his tight end. "Not today fella" thinks Sam as he deftly steps in front and pulls down the interception, effectively ending the game. As Sam leaves the field a rival player dives at his knee barely missing! "The play's over a**hole!" Sam yells. His teammates rush onto the field in his defense when one of them, a reserve middle linebacker, dives straight at Sam's knee and connects! Totally surprised by the inexplicable actions of a teammate and friend Sam drops to the field in agony. Pandemonium breaks out as several other teammates and rivals pile on Sam. One rips his helmet off and precedes to kick him in the head while others smash his already damaged knee repeatedly. Mercifully Sam loses consciousness. Seven days later Sam...awakens. The feeling of dread which he had 1 week earlier is gone, replaced by an unshakable feeling of grief. Just then a nurse comes in and immediately runs out of the room yelling for the doctor. "What the hell" thinks Sam. Several seconds later his friend CL Eric, one of Paragon Cities top healers, arrives with two grim faced individuals. "How bad is it CL" Sam asks as CL exams both his knee and his head. "I won't sugar coat it Sam...your playing days are over." "There was extensive damage to all three major ligaments and the surrounding supporting muscles...you'll probably need a knee replacement just to have average mobility again." "You suffered a major concussion, luckily the facial wounds were all superficial and should leave no scarring." "Couldn't you have sugar coated it just a little bit?" jokes Sam. But his friend of many years doesn't even crack a smile. Instead he suddenly looks grief stricken. "Where's Kara & the kids?" asks Sam "Did anyone call them?" "Sam.. I'm sorry..." CL begins, but is immediately interrupted by one of the strangers. "Mr. Hufinson, I am Detective Bill Sanders from the Paragon City Police Department." "Here it comes," thought Sam. "Sorry fellas. I have no idea what happened...hell I don't even know what day it is" "Mr Hufinson, we aren't only here about last Sunday's on field incident." says Sanders. "Doctor perhaps this should come from you." "What's going on CL? Just tell me what's going on. I can handle it!" "Sam...Sam... Kara, Sam Jr. & Lara were on their way here...when..." "Come on CL! Just tell me!" CL continues in a subdued yet professional voice "Sam, your family was involved in a motor vehicle accident. They were rushed here by ambulance. I and my colleagues tried everything in our power to save them but..." "NO! NO MORE! GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!?" Sam screams. CL whispers: "Sam they're all gone" Months passed and Sam learned the full extent of the horror. His family was forced off the road by two SUV's. Their vehicle rammed after it had rolled over. All players involved in the on field incident had either been brutally murdered or mysteriously took their own lives. After several surgeries and agonizing rehab. Sam regained moderate mobility. He threw his life into seeking the truth about that October day. Until one day he got too close to the truth. He tracked a Circle of Thorns Coven to their lair and got in over his head. Smashed by a Behemoth Lord and left for dead Sam saw a bright light. "So this is how it ends" he thought. "I never got to finish...never brought them to justice...." The light intensified to a near blinding level and suddenly he heard...a voice in his mind. "It does not need to end this way Samuel. I have been watching you. We can help each other." The voice continued and Sam understood that a Kheldian was requesting to join with him! The Kheldian's name was Aur and he to was near the end of his life unless they merged. Thi

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