Francis D. - NY
Once upon a time, there was a giant that lived on the Isle of Long who was named Dagz. His voice was deep and booming and he spent his days singing and telling stories to all that would listen. For many years the people of his quaint little village encouraged him to share his talent with other villages, at first he thought that they were tired of his stories and wanted to be rid of him. With the help of his wife Shia, whom he also thought wanted to be rid of him, he sent out on a life quest. He went in search of how to accomplish this journey. He read many books, but that wasn't enough. His appetite for this particular knowledge remained unsatisfied. He found a consul of scholars who understood his needs and directed Dagz to travel to a far away land where he could find the answers to his questions and hone his skills as a story teller. The trek was hard and long , but it was worth the sacrifices he had made. For he came upon a castle where he was met by the Good Witch (remember I said witch - get your mind out of the gutter) Andrea and who welcomed the new apprentice to the Sacred Arts of the Voice. The trials and tasks were difficult, yet fun and engaging. Dagz was very pleased with his results and fledgling mastery of his new shills. Upon completion of the courses he was welcomed into the Society of Voices for All. He was now apart of a new family that encourages and supports his ambitions. He returned to his village and went to work on spreading his Word for all to hear.
The last time we saw Dagz he was singing and telling his stories to a much larger and grander audience. There is much more work to do and learn, but he is happy and satisfied in his work.
There are many people along the path that Dagz would like to thank, the lovely Lady Courtney, Sir Paul, Sir Eric, the stable lad Jeff, the wizard in the studio, and the Good Witch Andrea. Thank you all for such a wonderful and educational experience.
