James Butts
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The Bloodline
Note: this is going to be an extremely long story, so it will take a while to finish.
Ruler: of course anyone who passed laws, declared war, or could sentence anyone to any fate they pleased, usually these things had some guidelines.
Now, back to our hero, by the time he was 16, the legal age to leave his city, he was quite skilled with a sword, and even more skilled with a bow, he did so much adventuring, and killed so many bandits, beetles, and Hobbes, he was even more respected and famous, in fact, so much more so, that he got sponsored at the local arena, nobody had been crowned champion there for about 20 years, now was his chance to be a hero he thought, he would beat the arena he thought, but alas, he failed, and barely made it out alive, as he lie in his bed, healing from his injuries, he though, how could I have failed? I trained so hard for years, then, somehow, I failed!
Once all of his injuries healed, he decided to get back to training, exploring, and killing passerby enemies on his way. One day, he went farther than ever before and eventually spotted a huge cave in the distance. He ran towards it, but when he was only about 30 feet away, a rock troll came from under the ground and blocked his way, he had never seen one before but he had read about and seen illustrations of them in the books he read, so he had some vague knowledge of how to kill them, so he pulled back his bow and let it fly, destroying one of the trolls 6 nerve tendrils, then, just as he thought he had beaten it, it slammed it’s fists against the ground and made a giant earthquake, the ground started to break up in a path seemingly leading to our hero, but he dove out of the way just in time to evade the attack, and the trolls tendrils appeared again, it took him almost an half an hour to defeat it, but when he finally did, he ventured into the cave, it was so dark he thought, but then, just as that thought finished, a torch lit up right beside him, he was startled, and almost fell upon a pointy rock that was sharp enough to have killed him, but he grabbed the torches holder so that he didn’t fall, and then he grabbed the torch, and went deeper into the cave, until he saw a light , he ran towards the light, and then, everything went black, and, in a dream, the gods came to him, and gave him special powers, and taught him how to use them, then, they told him his time with them was up, and everything went black again, then he woke up at the entrance to the cave, only to find a bunch of Hobbes running towards him, he killed them all with a blast of lightning from his fingertips, and then decided to hone and morph this newfound ability to new strengths and forms and then compete in the arena.
He had trained his newfound ability for several years now, and he had used it to cast lightning, cast fireballs, raise the dead, and brainwash foes to kill each other or help him. He was finally going to become the next arena champion!
When he went back to his hometown, he found he was more famous than ever. Apparently someone had seen him slay the rock troll, enter the cave, then seen him kill all of the hobbes with his new ability. Other people asked him to teach them his magical abilities, but, he didn't know how he did it, he just, did. So anyway, it had been four years since he had failed in the arena, and he was 25, so he decided he would try again, only this time, he knew he would become the champion for sure.
When he got to the arena, the guards couldn't help but make fun of him for his previous loss, luckily though, he knew they had never even tried to become and arena champion, so he embarrassed them quite equally as much, if not more, as they embarrassed him. He entered the arena training/trader/waiting room, where he stocked up on food and potions, bought a new and much better set of custom one of a kind extra shiny plate armour to replace his villager outfit, and when it was his turn, he was ready as possible.
The first few rounds were easy, bettles and wasps, then came hobbes, then bandits, then bandit elites, then, finally the biggest and most badassed Dragon he had ever seen, he was blue/green, had gold eyes, each bigger than one and a half of his heads, a tan/grey belly, and a tail that was almost as long as a quarter mile, at least! his overall length was about half a mile! He found a wall to hide behind so he could catch his breath, then he summoned, all the people he killed from the darkest depths of hell to fight beside him, and sent them out to destract the dragon, they only lasted about ten minutes, but that was just enough time to charge the biggest fireball youve ever seen from any human, it was as big as he was, so he came out from behind the wall just as the dragon let out a huge roar, and he threw the fireball right into the back of his throat, it went right threw it though, and almost ht the audience, the dragon, with a hole in his throat, want not getting enough oxigen, and therefore, was losingg energy, fast, so he flew away back towards his home, and no one ever saw him since then.
It had been ten years since his victory, and he was now three times as famous, and four times as wealthy, maybe even more, because since then, not only had the whole of samarkand heard of and loved him, but he was now king! A few neiboring lands had heard of him as well, so as you can tell, he is of corse very, very famous.
He had been king for two years, and he had slept in the regal bed for many nights now, and all of them were very satisfying, and he had dreampt many a strange thing while sleeping in said bed. But none were as strange as this, last night he had a dream, and in it the gods came to him and told him of a far off land with many a demon, two that were particularly interesting balverines, a creature somewhat like a wolf/man, but three or four times stronger, and the undead, which were simply corpses of dead beings that have risen from the ground and will try to kill anything they see. The gods told him that he was to take his power and wealth, buy 20 of the finest ships availible, bring them to your ports, and that they shall make them even stronger, for they will need them to get to this land, and load each with 30 of the finest warriors from samarkand and each of it's surrounding lands, and they were to get plenty of food, potions, good armor, weapons, and other supplies needed, and sail to the unknown land, kill as many demons as they could, establish as many camps, posts, cities, villages, and trade routes as possible, and they were to name it Albion, and Stephen was to be the first archon.
When he finally got all of the supplies, warriors, some creatures from many different lands, to be set free in albion, and ships ready, they climbed aboard the ships and sailed away. Then after about four years of sailing, by miracle, or by help of the gods, not a single man or creature died, and they made it land safely. By the tenth year of living on albion, Stephen and his men established, 15 succesfull cities, 3 succesfull smaller villages, 6 succesfull camps, and 13 succesfull trade routes, all spread acrossed most of this land called albion, and except for a few forests (one came to be called darkwood) and old abandoned villages that were there thousands of years ago, but failed because the land was kingless and overrun by demons, they had slayed all of the demons. There was one particular demon that they could not, even with the help of the gods, slay, he called himself Jack of Blades, so, since they could not get rid of him, the gods turned him into a marble statue to sit in the biggest established city, bowerstone.
The Archon, as Stephen was, and forever would be, now known as, was governing albion very well, any several new cities were establisshed in many new places. The most famous cities/villages were now Bowerstone, Snowspire, Hook Village, and Oakvale. Bowerstone was the biggest city, with a poorer subdivision, and a more wealthy subdivision, were you could see The Archon's Castle that sat at the very top of a great mountain not far away, and a prison, with a path that lead to Lychfield, a village that was lesser in fame, and that village contained the albion grave yard, that would later be called the lychfield graveyard. Oakvale was named after The Archons hometown, it was a very small village, about the size of the poorer Bowerston subdivision. Snowspire was a snowy island off the cost of mainland albion, it was very popular for having such cold weather, and had a population of naer 900,000 people, keep in mind for such a large number, obviously The Archon brought more people over for the Samarkand area. Hook village was also a snowy place, but much, much smaller, it was much less populated, but was much of the land's fish supply, as it was right on the coast of albion.
The Archon establish more cities, towns, camps, and trading posts, but alas, he did not have unlimited lifespan, so, after his 50th year of rule over albion, he died at the age of 74, and had the biggest funeral anyone in albion had ever seen, and his son took his place on the throne, and he wondered, why don't I have these "will" powers my father had, will I ever, or will anyone, and more than that, he wondered what the future was for albions people, and how well he would rule compared to his father, who's story, has come to an end, for now.........
The Hero of Oakvale
The hero of oakvale was the second of our heroes, as a child, he was known only as chicken chaser. He was a kind, thoughtful, quiet boy, and nobody knew his name. As a child, he also spend most of his time in oakvale, helping fellow citizens, helping his father with housework, and helping his mum prepare meals. Today however was his sisters birthday, and his mum was out getting her a present at bowerstone market, he told his father he needed three gold coins to buy his sister a present, his father said "son, I'll give you one gold coin for every good deed you do" and our hero was off. He started by walking the trail behind his house, there was always a bully or two there, an he was right, he beat up the bully, who was beating up on a small kid, the bully ran away, and the little boy thanked him, and he gave him this ugly, old looking teddy bear. As he ventured down to the city he met a farmer that needed him to watch his stuff while he went and got something, he accepted, and when the farmer got back, he told the hero he could go. As he was walking back towards his house, he found a little girl who couldn't find her teddy bear, and apparently he had it, so he gave her the teddy bear, and went to collect his three coins he had earned. His father gave him three coins, and our hero was off to buy Theresa a birthday present, he found a trader in front of the tavern, gave him the coins, and received a box of chocolates in return. He walked up to his sister, who was at the field next to the front gate, and gave her the box of chocolates, she was so happy! But then, all of her happiness was drained away when someone ran into the city yelling BANDITS!!!!! BANDITS ARE ATTACKING!!! QUICKLY!!! FLEE!!!!!
Bandits were attacking!!! Our hero had to hide, but they appeared too early for him to find a good hiding spot, so he hid behind a fence, and luckily for him, they didn't see him, but they did see his sister, and as she ran, he could see her struck down, and vaguely see a man throw her at something or someone, he assumed it was on of the nearby fires, and at the same time he wondered, where's mum? have they caught her? what will they do if they do find her? and he waited. He waited until all of the bandits were gone, so far as he could tell, they were, and he set out to find his family, or at least, their remains. He walked around for a while and couldn't find anyone he knew, but then he finally found his father lying on the ground, dead. He sat there and weeped for what seemed an eternity, then, a bandit came running towards him, sword unsheathed, and then all of I sudden, a blue flash of light, and he was dead, and there was a man that wanted me to take his hand, so he could take him to safety, and as the hero took his hand, there was a flash of blue light and....
They had arrived at a place called the heroes guild. Everyone seemed nice enough, some gave him gold in exchange of services, they weren't hard jobs either, in fact, they were fun!!! The guildmaster, who is going to train me to be a hero, is very kind, and is a great teacher.
He had done it!! He had graduated the heroes guild, and was to take his first quest immediately, and use his three abilities, strength, skill, and will to defeat the wasps that were disrupting the picnic area. Once he got there, he took out his sword, he flayed all of the wasps in only a few slashes, and gave a loud yell of victory, and then fell backwards in terror as a giant wasp queen appeared in front of him!! He couldn't utter a sound he was so frightened, he could even move. The wasp queen got closer and closer, and, just before it thrust it's stinger right through the heroes heart, the hero took his sword, and cut off the wasp queens stinger, shortly followed by it's head. He took the giant beast's head, and walked onto the lookout point boasting platform. People gathered around him from as far as bowerstone to celebrate his already renowned victory over the wasp queen, and he thought he was as great a hero as any, but little did he know, his life as a hero was just beginning........
Our hero had currently been increasing his renown level when he was told by the guildmaster that he was to escort two traders through darkwood and into barrow fields then meet maze in oakvale. He went to darkwood, met the trader, and they were on thier way. They hadn't traveled too far when a trader came running towards them asking for thier guidance through the forest, the hero accepted, then right before they got to darkwood camp the trader turned into a balverine! The balverine lunged at one of the traders, knocked him over, then, just as the balverine was about to bite into the traders throat, the hero cut the beast's head off, then, after the traders recovered from the shock, they walked into the darkwood camp, rested, restocked on supplies, had a few drinks, and were on thier way. When they were about thirty feet from the barrow fields entrance, an earth troll popped out of the rock and started to throw clumps of rocky earth at them, so they hid behind the nearest rock, the hero started chanting word, soon after he started glowing bright white, then he came out from behind the rock, and shot a large white ball of plasma at the troll, draining it's life force to the death, and healing the heroes and traders, to full health, the troll exploded, and left a bigass ruby in it's place, then they entered barrow fields, the hero, then left the traders, then entered his old town of oakvale, they had rebuilt it, bigger and maybe a bit better too, the little girl who had lost her teddy bear came running up to him, only, she wasn't so little anymore, she brought back so many painfull memories, he moved on to maze, he said he had some important information to discuss, he may have found his sister.....
The hero had been told that his sister may be a blind seeress living with a bandit named twinblade, whom he would have to battle and slay to get to the seeress. As he walked the path towards the bandit camp he saw three bandits, and snuck by them quickly, and then, as he walk past the gate, many bandits ambushed him, he hacked through about twenty of the bastards, and then one of them stabbed him in the back, our hero was dead, he had failed........
To be continued......
What do you guys think of it so far?
Note: this is going to be an extremely long story, so it will take a while to finish.
The Bloodline
The first Archon
Our first hero of the bloodline is named, simply, Stephen. (Pronounced Steven) Stephen spent most his time in his hometown of Oak Village, where, he went to school, went to the market to buy the ingredients for his families meals, then he would take them home for his mum to prepare and cook them. He was pretty wealthy in his childhood, being on the second rung of society, he was respected by most of his schoolmates. The division he lived in was part of a land called Samarkand, and had “categories”. The people of Samarkand were “categorized” according to wealth and power of the person, the categories went something like this:
Our first hero of the bloodline is named, simply, Stephen. (Pronounced Steven) Stephen spent most his time in his hometown of Oak Village, where, he went to school, went to the market to buy the ingredients for his families meals, then he would take them home for his mum to prepare and cook them. He was pretty wealthy in his childhood, being on the second rung of society, he was respected by most of his schoolmates. The division he lived in was part of a land called Samarkand, and had “categories”. The people of Samarkand were “categorized” according to wealth and power of the person, the categories went something like this:
Ruler: of course anyone who passed laws, declared war, or could sentence anyone to any fate they pleased, usually these things had some guidelines.
1st Rung: Extremely wealthy, very well respected
2nd Rung: Wealthier than most, well respected
3rd Rung: Just an average citizen
Peasants: poor, homeless citizens, usually have to steal their food
Slaves: non-citizen, homeless, moneyless people who are forced to do what their master says with no pay other than food.
Now, back to our hero, by the time he was 16, the legal age to leave his city, he was quite skilled with a sword, and even more skilled with a bow, he did so much adventuring, and killed so many bandits, beetles, and Hobbes, he was even more respected and famous, in fact, so much more so, that he got sponsored at the local arena, nobody had been crowned champion there for about 20 years, now was his chance to be a hero he thought, he would beat the arena he thought, but alas, he failed, and barely made it out alive, as he lie in his bed, healing from his injuries, he though, how could I have failed? I trained so hard for years, then, somehow, I failed!
Once all of his injuries healed, he decided to get back to training, exploring, and killing passerby enemies on his way. One day, he went farther than ever before and eventually spotted a huge cave in the distance. He ran towards it, but when he was only about 30 feet away, a rock troll came from under the ground and blocked his way, he had never seen one before but he had read about and seen illustrations of them in the books he read, so he had some vague knowledge of how to kill them, so he pulled back his bow and let it fly, destroying one of the trolls 6 nerve tendrils, then, just as he thought he had beaten it, it slammed it’s fists against the ground and made a giant earthquake, the ground started to break up in a path seemingly leading to our hero, but he dove out of the way just in time to evade the attack, and the trolls tendrils appeared again, it took him almost an half an hour to defeat it, but when he finally did, he ventured into the cave, it was so dark he thought, but then, just as that thought finished, a torch lit up right beside him, he was startled, and almost fell upon a pointy rock that was sharp enough to have killed him, but he grabbed the torches holder so that he didn’t fall, and then he grabbed the torch, and went deeper into the cave, until he saw a light , he ran towards the light, and then, everything went black, and, in a dream, the gods came to him, and gave him special powers, and taught him how to use them, then, they told him his time with them was up, and everything went black again, then he woke up at the entrance to the cave, only to find a bunch of Hobbes running towards him, he killed them all with a blast of lightning from his fingertips, and then decided to hone and morph this newfound ability to new strengths and forms and then compete in the arena.
He had trained his newfound ability for several years now, and he had used it to cast lightning, cast fireballs, raise the dead, and brainwash foes to kill each other or help him. He was finally going to become the next arena champion!
When he went back to his hometown, he found he was more famous than ever. Apparently someone had seen him slay the rock troll, enter the cave, then seen him kill all of the hobbes with his new ability. Other people asked him to teach them his magical abilities, but, he didn't know how he did it, he just, did. So anyway, it had been four years since he had failed in the arena, and he was 25, so he decided he would try again, only this time, he knew he would become the champion for sure.
When he got to the arena, the guards couldn't help but make fun of him for his previous loss, luckily though, he knew they had never even tried to become and arena champion, so he embarrassed them quite equally as much, if not more, as they embarrassed him. He entered the arena training/trader/waiting room, where he stocked up on food and potions, bought a new and much better set of custom one of a kind extra shiny plate armour to replace his villager outfit, and when it was his turn, he was ready as possible.
The first few rounds were easy, bettles and wasps, then came hobbes, then bandits, then bandit elites, then, finally the biggest and most badassed Dragon he had ever seen, he was blue/green, had gold eyes, each bigger than one and a half of his heads, a tan/grey belly, and a tail that was almost as long as a quarter mile, at least! his overall length was about half a mile! He found a wall to hide behind so he could catch his breath, then he summoned, all the people he killed from the darkest depths of hell to fight beside him, and sent them out to destract the dragon, they only lasted about ten minutes, but that was just enough time to charge the biggest fireball youve ever seen from any human, it was as big as he was, so he came out from behind the wall just as the dragon let out a huge roar, and he threw the fireball right into the back of his throat, it went right threw it though, and almost ht the audience, the dragon, with a hole in his throat, want not getting enough oxigen, and therefore, was losingg energy, fast, so he flew away back towards his home, and no one ever saw him since then.
It had been ten years since his victory, and he was now three times as famous, and four times as wealthy, maybe even more, because since then, not only had the whole of samarkand heard of and loved him, but he was now king! A few neiboring lands had heard of him as well, so as you can tell, he is of corse very, very famous.
He had been king for two years, and he had slept in the regal bed for many nights now, and all of them were very satisfying, and he had dreampt many a strange thing while sleeping in said bed. But none were as strange as this, last night he had a dream, and in it the gods came to him and told him of a far off land with many a demon, two that were particularly interesting balverines, a creature somewhat like a wolf/man, but three or four times stronger, and the undead, which were simply corpses of dead beings that have risen from the ground and will try to kill anything they see. The gods told him that he was to take his power and wealth, buy 20 of the finest ships availible, bring them to your ports, and that they shall make them even stronger, for they will need them to get to this land, and load each with 30 of the finest warriors from samarkand and each of it's surrounding lands, and they were to get plenty of food, potions, good armor, weapons, and other supplies needed, and sail to the unknown land, kill as many demons as they could, establish as many camps, posts, cities, villages, and trade routes as possible, and they were to name it Albion, and Stephen was to be the first archon.
When he finally got all of the supplies, warriors, some creatures from many different lands, to be set free in albion, and ships ready, they climbed aboard the ships and sailed away. Then after about four years of sailing, by miracle, or by help of the gods, not a single man or creature died, and they made it land safely. By the tenth year of living on albion, Stephen and his men established, 15 succesfull cities, 3 succesfull smaller villages, 6 succesfull camps, and 13 succesfull trade routes, all spread acrossed most of this land called albion, and except for a few forests (one came to be called darkwood) and old abandoned villages that were there thousands of years ago, but failed because the land was kingless and overrun by demons, they had slayed all of the demons. There was one particular demon that they could not, even with the help of the gods, slay, he called himself Jack of Blades, so, since they could not get rid of him, the gods turned him into a marble statue to sit in the biggest established city, bowerstone.
The Archon, as Stephen was, and forever would be, now known as, was governing albion very well, any several new cities were establisshed in many new places. The most famous cities/villages were now Bowerstone, Snowspire, Hook Village, and Oakvale. Bowerstone was the biggest city, with a poorer subdivision, and a more wealthy subdivision, were you could see The Archon's Castle that sat at the very top of a great mountain not far away, and a prison, with a path that lead to Lychfield, a village that was lesser in fame, and that village contained the albion grave yard, that would later be called the lychfield graveyard. Oakvale was named after The Archons hometown, it was a very small village, about the size of the poorer Bowerston subdivision. Snowspire was a snowy island off the cost of mainland albion, it was very popular for having such cold weather, and had a population of naer 900,000 people, keep in mind for such a large number, obviously The Archon brought more people over for the Samarkand area. Hook village was also a snowy place, but much, much smaller, it was much less populated, but was much of the land's fish supply, as it was right on the coast of albion.
The Archon establish more cities, towns, camps, and trading posts, but alas, he did not have unlimited lifespan, so, after his 50th year of rule over albion, he died at the age of 74, and had the biggest funeral anyone in albion had ever seen, and his son took his place on the throne, and he wondered, why don't I have these "will" powers my father had, will I ever, or will anyone, and more than that, he wondered what the future was for albions people, and how well he would rule compared to his father, who's story, has come to an end, for now.........
The Hero of Oakvale
The hero of oakvale was the second of our heroes, as a child, he was known only as chicken chaser. He was a kind, thoughtful, quiet boy, and nobody knew his name. As a child, he also spend most of his time in oakvale, helping fellow citizens, helping his father with housework, and helping his mum prepare meals. Today however was his sisters birthday, and his mum was out getting her a present at bowerstone market, he told his father he needed three gold coins to buy his sister a present, his father said "son, I'll give you one gold coin for every good deed you do" and our hero was off. He started by walking the trail behind his house, there was always a bully or two there, an he was right, he beat up the bully, who was beating up on a small kid, the bully ran away, and the little boy thanked him, and he gave him this ugly, old looking teddy bear. As he ventured down to the city he met a farmer that needed him to watch his stuff while he went and got something, he accepted, and when the farmer got back, he told the hero he could go. As he was walking back towards his house, he found a little girl who couldn't find her teddy bear, and apparently he had it, so he gave her the teddy bear, and went to collect his three coins he had earned. His father gave him three coins, and our hero was off to buy Theresa a birthday present, he found a trader in front of the tavern, gave him the coins, and received a box of chocolates in return. He walked up to his sister, who was at the field next to the front gate, and gave her the box of chocolates, she was so happy! But then, all of her happiness was drained away when someone ran into the city yelling BANDITS!!!!! BANDITS ARE ATTACKING!!! QUICKLY!!! FLEE!!!!!
Bandits were attacking!!! Our hero had to hide, but they appeared too early for him to find a good hiding spot, so he hid behind a fence, and luckily for him, they didn't see him, but they did see his sister, and as she ran, he could see her struck down, and vaguely see a man throw her at something or someone, he assumed it was on of the nearby fires, and at the same time he wondered, where's mum? have they caught her? what will they do if they do find her? and he waited. He waited until all of the bandits were gone, so far as he could tell, they were, and he set out to find his family, or at least, their remains. He walked around for a while and couldn't find anyone he knew, but then he finally found his father lying on the ground, dead. He sat there and weeped for what seemed an eternity, then, a bandit came running towards him, sword unsheathed, and then all of I sudden, a blue flash of light, and he was dead, and there was a man that wanted me to take his hand, so he could take him to safety, and as the hero took his hand, there was a flash of blue light and....
They had arrived at a place called the heroes guild. Everyone seemed nice enough, some gave him gold in exchange of services, they weren't hard jobs either, in fact, they were fun!!! The guildmaster, who is going to train me to be a hero, is very kind, and is a great teacher.
He had done it!! He had graduated the heroes guild, and was to take his first quest immediately, and use his three abilities, strength, skill, and will to defeat the wasps that were disrupting the picnic area. Once he got there, he took out his sword, he flayed all of the wasps in only a few slashes, and gave a loud yell of victory, and then fell backwards in terror as a giant wasp queen appeared in front of him!! He couldn't utter a sound he was so frightened, he could even move. The wasp queen got closer and closer, and, just before it thrust it's stinger right through the heroes heart, the hero took his sword, and cut off the wasp queens stinger, shortly followed by it's head. He took the giant beast's head, and walked onto the lookout point boasting platform. People gathered around him from as far as bowerstone to celebrate his already renowned victory over the wasp queen, and he thought he was as great a hero as any, but little did he know, his life as a hero was just beginning........
Our hero had currently been increasing his renown level when he was told by the guildmaster that he was to escort two traders through darkwood and into barrow fields then meet maze in oakvale. He went to darkwood, met the trader, and they were on thier way. They hadn't traveled too far when a trader came running towards them asking for thier guidance through the forest, the hero accepted, then right before they got to darkwood camp the trader turned into a balverine! The balverine lunged at one of the traders, knocked him over, then, just as the balverine was about to bite into the traders throat, the hero cut the beast's head off, then, after the traders recovered from the shock, they walked into the darkwood camp, rested, restocked on supplies, had a few drinks, and were on thier way. When they were about thirty feet from the barrow fields entrance, an earth troll popped out of the rock and started to throw clumps of rocky earth at them, so they hid behind the nearest rock, the hero started chanting word, soon after he started glowing bright white, then he came out from behind the rock, and shot a large white ball of plasma at the troll, draining it's life force to the death, and healing the heroes and traders, to full health, the troll exploded, and left a bigass ruby in it's place, then they entered barrow fields, the hero, then left the traders, then entered his old town of oakvale, they had rebuilt it, bigger and maybe a bit better too, the little girl who had lost her teddy bear came running up to him, only, she wasn't so little anymore, she brought back so many painfull memories, he moved on to maze, he said he had some important information to discuss, he may have found his sister.....
The hero had been told that his sister may be a blind seeress living with a bandit named twinblade, whom he would have to battle and slay to get to the seeress. As he walked the path towards the bandit camp he saw three bandits, and snuck by them quickly, and then, as he walk past the gate, many bandits ambushed him, he hacked through about twenty of the bastards, and then one of them stabbed him in the back, our hero was dead, he had failed........
To be continued......
What do you guys think of it so far?
