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 === Session 1 === === Session 1 ===
  
-**[[http://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showpost.php?p=2460182&postcount=329|An English Whelp: Witness to the Black Death (1335-1350 AD)]]**+**[[https://www.alternatehistory.com/forum/threads/1/post-2460182|An English Whelp: Witness to the Black Death (1335-1350 AD)]]**
  
 My name is, well, I've gone through quite a few, really, but this is the one I was born with: Benjamin Upham. I was born in a town in the south west of England in the Year of Our Lord Thirteen Hundred and Thirty Five, in mid-December, so it may as well have been 1336. At the time, and for centuries on until modern medicine, sanitation, and reliable heating came along, most children born in mid winter didn't last long. To say that I was resilient is an understatement. Must be genetic, as I still can count one brother, several children, and my father among the living. As far as I know anyways. My name is, well, I've gone through quite a few, really, but this is the one I was born with: Benjamin Upham. I was born in a town in the south west of England in the Year of Our Lord Thirteen Hundred and Thirty Five, in mid-December, so it may as well have been 1336. At the time, and for centuries on until modern medicine, sanitation, and reliable heating came along, most children born in mid winter didn't last long. To say that I was resilient is an understatement. Must be genetic, as I still can count one brother, several children, and my father among the living. As far as I know anyways.
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 === Session 2 === === Session 2 ===
  
-**[[http://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showpost.php?p=2460182&postcount=329|Marriage / My Father's Son (1351-1366 AD)]]**+**[[https://www.alternatehistory.com/forum/threads/1/post-2460182|Marriage / My Father's Son (1351-1366 AD)]]**
  
 I married at sixteen, not unusual for those times. Her name was Mary-Jo, daughter of the local smith. I was only three years older than her, her age at marriage being normal for those times too. Sure a couple of children followed, but not as fast as one would have expected at the time. Sort of like my parents. I married at sixteen, not unusual for those times. Her name was Mary-Jo, daughter of the local smith. I was only three years older than her, her age at marriage being normal for those times too. Sure a couple of children followed, but not as fast as one would have expected at the time. Sort of like my parents.
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 === Session 3 === === Session 3 ===
  
-**[[http://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showpost.php?p=8414891&postcount=1499|Crusader Revenant (1367-1400 AD), Conquistador (1400-1550 AD), Colonist Rogue (1550-1671 AD)]]**+**[[https://www.alternatehistory.com/forum/threads/1/post-8414891|Crusader Revenant (1367-1400 AD), Conquistador (1400-1550 AD), Colonist Rogue (1550-1671 AD)]]**
  
 The Kings who ruled what is now the north of Spain were always in need of soldiers to fight their wars against Muslim Al-Andalus. While most of their recruits were religious nuts and homicidal maniacs, there were many who had more worldly reasons for going. The pay was reasonable for the time, though not for the risks that one would have to take. (Trust me, it never is. I've served in many armies and that has been a constant. Along with foul-mouthed drill sergeants.) The nobles were usually idiots. (Another constant.) And to this day I can remember the ear-blistering rant that the Seargent at Arms went off on when one of the other recruits asked him a question. He wasn't helped that it was a stupid question. From my own prior experience, I knew to remain quiet and do as I was told. (I was also helped by the fact that I could already read and speak French. Made it easier to learn Spanish and I could at least get what most of was being said right from the beginning.) Unfortunately said NCO picked up on my having 'prior experience' and gave me the unwanted task of making the other Englishmen aka "Those f---ing morons"* into something that resembled an effective fighting force. At least I managed to make them into a unit that was capable of obeying orders before they got me killed. I didn't manage to accomplish much else before that happened. The Kings who ruled what is now the north of Spain were always in need of soldiers to fight their wars against Muslim Al-Andalus. While most of their recruits were religious nuts and homicidal maniacs, there were many who had more worldly reasons for going. The pay was reasonable for the time, though not for the risks that one would have to take. (Trust me, it never is. I've served in many armies and that has been a constant. Along with foul-mouthed drill sergeants.) The nobles were usually idiots. (Another constant.) And to this day I can remember the ear-blistering rant that the Seargent at Arms went off on when one of the other recruits asked him a question. He wasn't helped that it was a stupid question. From my own prior experience, I knew to remain quiet and do as I was told. (I was also helped by the fact that I could already read and speak French. Made it easier to learn Spanish and I could at least get what most of was being said right from the beginning.) Unfortunately said NCO picked up on my having 'prior experience' and gave me the unwanted task of making the other Englishmen aka "Those f---ing morons"* into something that resembled an effective fighting force. At least I managed to make them into a unit that was capable of obeying orders before they got me killed. I didn't manage to accomplish much else before that happened.
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 === Session 3 === === Session 3 ===
  
-**[[http://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showpost.php?p=8415573&postcount=1501|Apostolos and Benjamim]]** **[[http://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showpost.php?p=8420759&postcount=1506|share a discussion]]**+**[[https://www.alternatehistory.com/forum/threads/1/post-8415573|Apostolos and Benjamim]]** **[[https://www.alternatehistory.com/forum/threads/1/post-8420759|share a discussion]]**
  
 __[[Prometheus]]:__ It looks like Benjamin and I are close in age, too. Lots of 14th Century brats, eh? I ended up in Boston eventually as well, but not till the 1800s. I've shunned the damned ocean for most of my days, so it took me a while to make the jump across the Atlantic. __[[Prometheus]]:__ It looks like Benjamin and I are close in age, too. Lots of 14th Century brats, eh? I ended up in Boston eventually as well, but not till the 1800s. I've shunned the damned ocean for most of my days, so it took me a while to make the jump across the Atlantic.
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 === Session 4 === === Session 4 ===
  
-**[[http://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showpost.php?p=8426674&postcount=1534|A Convenient Marriage (1671-1776)]]**+**[[https://www.alternatehistory.com/forum/threads/1/post-8426674|A Convenient Marriage (1671-1776)]]**
  
 Ah, yes, where was I? Oh, Boston. My arrival in Massachusetts was quiet. Quiet I like, doesn't draw attention to me. The town was vibrant and new, like everything in the Americas at the time. It was also very English, something that I'd found that I had missed. While the place was small enough that hanging around too long was risky, Massachusetts itself was diverse enough that one could move to another town and not be recognized quickly there. And then there were also the other English Colonies that were reasonably close. To put it kindly, the image of Puritans and their like being dour prude who wore dark clothe is wrong. Only the assholes who fit the stereotype wore that. Most people wore clothes that were colourful, often as brightly colouful as the available dyes would allow. And while they did project the image of being uptight douchebags (as the kids would say these days), what went on behind closed doors was another matter. This leads right to Shann, the Irish eternal who'd by that point called Boston home for 40 years. I'd always found that a 'house of ill repute' was a good place for a new arrival to learn about the town. On the one hand you'd have those needs taken care of. (As an eternal, forming meaningful relationships with those who you're damned to outlive is at best, difficult.) On the other, just by ordering a drink and listening to the surrounding ephemerals natter away got one acquainted with everything one needed to know about the town quickly. It's an acquired skill, but we have time to learn, don't we? Usually the proprietress of such an establishment would be a woman of middle age who'd survived prior employment in one and has either inherited it or had opened one of her own. Shann was different from that. For all I saw at the time, the proprietress was a woman in her early twenties who could get and hold the attention of virtually any man just by entering the room. She'd certainly got mine. So I'd finished my drink. Had another. (The gossip was very enlightening, and a couple of juicy scandals had opened the possibility of maybe getting dirt on and then blackmailing someone important as a way of ensuring that my secret stays safe. Though I needed to learn more and those contacts take time to develop.) And then I went up for a roll in the sack. Sea voyages can be quite long and quite frustrating, especially for the majority of us who aren't into buggery. The fact that I hadn't gone right upstairs following my arrival from the docks was ultimately noticed. The girl waiting for me was emphatically not the one that I'd paid for. And a knife to the heart was not definitely not the service that I'd been after. Ah, yes, where was I? Oh, Boston. My arrival in Massachusetts was quiet. Quiet I like, doesn't draw attention to me. The town was vibrant and new, like everything in the Americas at the time. It was also very English, something that I'd found that I had missed. While the place was small enough that hanging around too long was risky, Massachusetts itself was diverse enough that one could move to another town and not be recognized quickly there. And then there were also the other English Colonies that were reasonably close. To put it kindly, the image of Puritans and their like being dour prude who wore dark clothe is wrong. Only the assholes who fit the stereotype wore that. Most people wore clothes that were colourful, often as brightly colouful as the available dyes would allow. And while they did project the image of being uptight douchebags (as the kids would say these days), what went on behind closed doors was another matter. This leads right to Shann, the Irish eternal who'd by that point called Boston home for 40 years. I'd always found that a 'house of ill repute' was a good place for a new arrival to learn about the town. On the one hand you'd have those needs taken care of. (As an eternal, forming meaningful relationships with those who you're damned to outlive is at best, difficult.) On the other, just by ordering a drink and listening to the surrounding ephemerals natter away got one acquainted with everything one needed to know about the town quickly. It's an acquired skill, but we have time to learn, don't we? Usually the proprietress of such an establishment would be a woman of middle age who'd survived prior employment in one and has either inherited it or had opened one of her own. Shann was different from that. For all I saw at the time, the proprietress was a woman in her early twenties who could get and hold the attention of virtually any man just by entering the room. She'd certainly got mine. So I'd finished my drink. Had another. (The gossip was very enlightening, and a couple of juicy scandals had opened the possibility of maybe getting dirt on and then blackmailing someone important as a way of ensuring that my secret stays safe. Though I needed to learn more and those contacts take time to develop.) And then I went up for a roll in the sack. Sea voyages can be quite long and quite frustrating, especially for the majority of us who aren't into buggery. The fact that I hadn't gone right upstairs following my arrival from the docks was ultimately noticed. The girl waiting for me was emphatically not the one that I'd paid for. And a knife to the heart was not definitely not the service that I'd been after.
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 === Session 5 === === Session 5 ===
  
-**[[http://www.alternatehistory.com/discussion/showpost.php?p=8429590&postcount=1538|Oathkeeper (1776-1783)]]**+**[[https://www.alternatehistory.com/forum/threads/1/post-8429590|Oathkeeper (1776-1783)]]**
  
 Back when I'd assumed my father's station, I'd sworn an oath to my liege and to the King, to uphold the laws of the land, to keep the king's peace and to remain loyal to both Edward III and to his heirs. As I'd never sworn any oaths of loyalty to any succeeding king, I simply interpreted the second part to mean 'loyal to the current king, whoever that may be'. Back when I'd assumed my father's station, I'd sworn an oath to my liege and to the King, to uphold the laws of the land, to keep the king's peace and to remain loyal to both Edward III and to his heirs. As I'd never sworn any oaths of loyalty to any succeeding king, I simply interpreted the second part to mean 'loyal to the current king, whoever that may be'.
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 To this day I spit whenever I see the flag of the United States of America. If it's possible, I'll spit on that flag. Hopefully I'll outlive the country that flies it. To this day I spit whenever I see the flag of the United States of America. If it's possible, I'll spit on that flag. Hopefully I'll outlive the country that flies it.
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 +=== Session 6 ===
 +
 +**[[https://www.alternatehistory.com/forum/threads/1/post-8447343|Exile and Reunions (1783-1812)]]**
 +
 +So it was that we were exiled to what is now the Canadian province of Nova Scotia in 1783. Halifax, the capitol of the Colony of Nova scotia and the main British naval base in North America, now that New York was lost to treason, was a frozen shithole swamped with refugees. Many of the displaced loyalists were 'encouraged' to move to sparsely settled portions of both Nova Scotia Colony and the Canadas, in order to strengthen the crown's hold on it's remaining possessions. We had money. Lots of money, though we didn't dare admit how much. So we got to stay. Of course we had to discreetly grease some palms here and there, and I'd had to make myself useful. Still, the place didn't remain an overcrowded shithole for long. Lots of new construction saw to that. Winters were still a bit colder than I'd been used to, but not as bad as it could have been: We could have gone to York (now known better as Toronto) or Montreal...
 +
 +It was in the tenth year of our exile that I had the first of a series of unexpected reunions. Our kind are not common. Including myself, I knew of the existence of six of us. Myself. My father. Shann. Padre Elijah. The Centurion. And the late and unlamented Beast.
 +
 +The first reunion was not completely unexpected, beyond the question of 'what took so long?': Shann noticed that the first mate of a barque bore a strong resemblance to me. The pointed questions and near close encounter with her Irish temper were headed off when the man introduced himself to us. I recognized him, but it had been so long. His birth name was Joseph Upham. My father. He was more shocked at the reunion than I was, because as far as he'd known, our condition was not heritable. He'd believe that he'd been damned to outlive all of his children along with all of his friends. For him to know that he still had a son gave him joy that I could not understand at the time. Though the encounter did leave me with the hope that perhaps I was not damned to outlive all of my children: That perceived curse was the reason that my relationship with Shann had, to that point, been childless. That fear had also caused Shann to go to great lengths to keep herself barren, even after having met another of her own kind. Father and I parted with the promise that we would not go over 400 years before we met again. We also promise to attempt to give one another fair warning before relocating or changing identities.
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 +The second reunion came as an absolute shock. Well, it was actually two separate reunions and the beginning of a friendship with yet another of our kind, but they all came at the same time. As I said during the course of our first session: Must be genetic, as I still can count one brother, several children, and my father among the living. As far as I know anyways. I was reunited with my younger and only brother. And I met his wife. Who he'd married in Scotland in 1475. There are genetics involved in our condition, even if the whole picture hasn't yet been figured out. We know more now than we knew than, and most of what we know has been learned only in the last ten years. Mom had to have been a near miss, a person who had most of the markers that make us what we are. Not all of them, but enough to fill in the gaps left over from father's half of our makeup. She may have died at the age of 44, but her legacy passed to both of her children. Through us she'd live forever, or at least close enough that it would not matter. My brother's birth name was Daniel, a name from the bible. It seems that all of his various pseudonyms have started with the letter D, probably to make them easier for him to remember. (Like how mine have always started with a B. Shann's have always been the names of her sisters, none of whom were eternal, but all of whom live on in her heart.) His current one is that of the patron saint of Wales. My sister-in-law pulls hers from the bible, even though she's long since become an atheist. (I don't blame her, as being of out kind makes it so easy for one to lose hope.) The third guest that we received that day, who'd travelled across the Atlantic with my brother (on business unrelated to me: they were settling in the New World in order to escape some awkward questions in the Old) was a young woman that I'd thought that I'd never see again. She was from my village, was only a year younger than I and was the closest thing to a sister that I'd had. Her parents had encouraged us to marry, but we'd thought of each other as brother and sister and so I was able to get my father to talk them out of it. Shortly before I'd left for good, her dick of a husband had levelled accusations of witchcraft against her as she'd kept her youth while he hadn't. Said accusations had ended with her suicide. I'd found the whole affair deeply disturbing, and it had probably hastened my own departure. More disturbing had been the fact that her body had simply disappeared while we'd all been arguing over where she'd be buried. Suicides cannot receive a Christian burial. But driving one to suicide by threatening them with a truly hideous end via false accusations was murder, right? And one who has been murdered can receive a Christian burial. I'd always believed that her asshole husband had fed her to his pigs in order to make the fight just go away. Four hundred and forty years later I was proven spectacularly wrong when my oldest friend walked in through the front door, having been invited in by my long-lost brother. Had I been ephemeral, I'd probably have dropped dead from the shock. Rachel had returned from the dead. I saw them again more often, but then I at least lived on the same continent.
 +
 +To us, the number of known eternals was now nine. The ones known to my brother or to my father increased that total to twenty one. A study of what papers we'd taken from The Beast revealed that he'd known or known of an additional thirty of our kind. And that he'd had copies of those documents, that we either hadn't taken, hadn't found or hadn't had time to burn. That meant that we had inadvertently revealed them to others. I mentioned the consequences of that last time, but I forgot to mention that I had no idea at the time of just how much damage I'd done in one night. The fact that the rebellion had only gotten stronger as time went on, no matter the force that was brought to bear against them, had baffled me. As had the fact that the Patriots had gained allies from those who should have known that helping them went against their own long term interests, as subsequent events in France had demonstrated quite starkly.
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 +There were more of out kind about that I'd realized, hoped or feared. Hopefully there aren't too many grudges held from that. I know that it is a belated admission, but the passage of time does calm tempers. All I can do really is apologize and say that I have learned that there may be unintended consequences to action that I undertake. Next time an eternal proves to be a murderous son-of-a-bitch, when I perma-kill him I'll do my best to find, recover and/or destroy all of his documents so as not to expose any of our kind to 'difficulties'. If he proves adept at hiding his stuff and I miss something, well that's not my fault as I'll be taking a reasonable precautions before I act.
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 +Oh, and less than 30 years after I was chased out of Boston, I got a chance to give the traitors a bloody nose. It wasn't the crushing victory that I'd hoped for (had the frogs rolled over sooner it would have been), but the sods got a bloody nose and learned that they could, in fact, be beaten.
  
 ==== Personal information ==== ==== Personal information ====
  
-**Birth Name:**\\ +**Birth Name:** Benjamin Upham\\ 
-**Birth Date:** \\ +**Birth Date:** 13? December 1335\\ 
-**Birth Place:**\\ +**Birth Place:** <expunged> Kingdom of England\\ 
-**Status at Birth:** \\ +**Status at Birth:** Firstborn son of the Sheriff of <expunged>\\ 
-**Relation to other Eternals:** \\ +**Relation to other Eternals:** Son of Joesph Upham of <expunged> Married to Shann of Cork.  Brother of <expunged> Upham of <expunged> Father of <expunged>, <expunged>, <expunged>, and <expunged>.\\ 
-**Current Pseudonym:**\\ +**Current Pseudonym:** <expunged>\\ 
-**Past Pseudonyms:**\\ +**Past Pseudonyms:** <expunged>\\ 
-**Current Home:** \\ +**Current Home:** <expunged>, Alberta, Canada\\ 
-**Past Homes:** \\ +**Past Homes:** <expunged> (England), <expunged., <expunged>, <expunged> and Cordoba (Spain), Havana (Cuba), Kingston and Montego Bay (Jamaica), Boston (Massachusetts), Halifax, Moncton, Alliston and Calgary (Canada)\\ 
-**Current Occupation:** \\ +**Current Occupation:** <expunged>\\ 
-**Skills:** \\ +**Skills:** Swordfighting, wrestling, swimming, horseback riding, boxing, archery, marksmanship, drinking, whoring, piracy, chemical engineering and tax evasion.\\ 
-**Languages Spoken:** \\+**Languages Spoken:** English, French, Spanish, <expunged>, <expunged>, <expunged>, German, Italian, Latin, Greek, Arabic and Russian.\\
  
 ==== See Also ==== ==== See Also ====
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 **[[AH.com Eternals]]** **[[AH.com Eternals]]**
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