Prologue We
came to an grand mountain pass. It looked like cloth
drawn over an mountain. It was riddled with holes but two stood out. The holes were archways opening to an artificial cave. Connected through an labyrinth of tunnels underneath. When I walked into the the left entrance I heard an clang of amour and steel. I jumped,calmed myself down and yanked my sword for its sheath. As I rounded the corner, the cave beckoned me of my death, when I came to the cave an humanoid looking creature with an bow drawn was trembling. The reason was I had an magnificent sword with every swipe would make the enemy burn. The humanoid known that because my sword always lit the way. As I advanced into the strange cave I acted as if I didn’t notice the creature. Then I ran to him the light became streaks and the cave became a blur as my sword sliced through the creatures head with an ease that was unimaginable. I searched him he had an note it stated “For if you behold the sword of light douse the flame both of the human and the sword.” It was signed by the war lord of mauka. “That.” I sighed. “How dare he try
to slay me.” I protested with anger.

Chapter One I
awoke from slumber in an stupor I walked to my cellar
for an block of cheese. As I walked down the hallway that was as foul smelling as an public trough I heard something rustling in my armory. I turned and opened the door as quietly as I could so I could catch this thief.
“Who goes there?” I said. The thief turned around and said “Uh,um” he stammered. “Well speak before heads role like his wife.” I said. “Ok,ok I was trying to steal your sword.” he cried. “Who sent you?” I asked. The thief didn’t answer. “I said who sent you?” I asked. “Well I aught a.” I protested. “The war lord of mauka sent me.” the scum sighed. “So where is this “War lord” staying?” I asked. “Um,uh.” He said. “Well spit it out or I'll do it for you.” I demanded. “He living at his fortress about uh,one months journey on foot and an half a month
on steed.” said the thief. “Now leave before I yell for the guards.” I sighed. As he left I done an inventory on my items. Nothing was missing. “He was an honest man afterall.” I thought. I put on my amour and strapped me sheathe to my hip. I walked down the hallway before grabbing my supplies for the journey. I opened the door and walked through though it was an humid morning I could bear walking all day. I went to the local market to buy an dagger. I was met by an strange looking fellow asking me if I wanted their special “You look like an lad that's in need of an sword.” “No thank you.” I said.
“But it's fifty zimmbers off.” he insisted. “I said no!” I yelled. “If you want to scam me off a couple of hundred zimmbers well fine but I'm an sharper than the average tool.” I exclaimed. An crowd gathered around us. I jerked my sword form its sheath. “See this?” I asked. “This in an enchanted sword, That my father gave to me.” I yelled. “It's on fire now isn’t it?” I screamed. “Yes,yes.” The teller cried. “Now all I came here is for an dagger, do you have any?” I asked. “Yes we do” “We have an bronze,copper,iron,and steel and all of them can be hardened.” He informed. “Yes I'd like an steel dagger.” I stated. “That would be One-hundred zimmbers.” he said. I gave him the zimmbers and he inturn gave me the dagger. Everyone looked at me as I stormed out of the city of Grynd. As I walked out of Grynd I saw rolling hills and off in the distance I saw an massive forest beckoning me to explore it. As I didn’t have a steed I was forced to walk clad in amour that seemed as heavy as a mountain. I still yet of found an place for my newly acquired dagger although I planed to hide it in my undergarments incase I got capture or my sword broke.
I put the cold dagger in an inside pocket I made. I thought why would an war lord want me slayed? Zimmbers, my sword, or something of my ancestry.
Maybe my family and his fought an war. Or got in an fight with one of my family. It doesn’t matter he tried to kill me now I have to defend my self. I set up camp for the night. I couldn’t start an fire because it give away my location,so I slept in the dreadful cold of the night. I woke up to an noise in the dead of night. “Who are you?” I asked staring blankly at an bush. “Have you been following me?” I said. An figure stood up. I couldn't make out much of the person features. But what I could make out was ghastly. He wore an mask with an cloak clad in dark blue. “So you know to travel in blue not black at night.” I stated. “Um, Yes,yes I'm Sir Grauk of the land of glaciers.” the figure stated. He tried not to make it obvious but he was mentioning my homeland. “So, You come from the land that I hail?” I said. “How did you know?” the figure asked. “Theirs only one group of glaciers in the known world so where other place.” I said. “I came here to protect you from a war lord.” He said. “Stop playing dumb I know that the war lord of mauku Is trying to kill me so don't try to fool me.” I stated. “I don't even need your protection.” I exclaimed. “But you don't know of what their sending against you their sending two fire and water bound assassins.” he said. “I did not know anything of this you couldn’t just told me to skip much of this conversation.” I informed him. “Now why are you here and not somebody else.” I asked. He conjured a light spell to illuminate the night.
“Don't do that you'll give out location away.” I pleaded.
“It's ok only we can see the lights illumination.” He said.
“The reason they sent me is because I'm an mage.” He said. The was interesting because of the fact of the clothes he was wearing. “Now why are you wearing theses clothes when you cloud cast a spell to hide your self?” I asked. “You don't understand, casting an spell is like running in full amour for an days walk.” He stated. “It just doesn't come at no cost.” “Also the more you use it the weaker you get and the shorter you live.” “So if you want to waste an life go ahead I won't save you.” He said. “alright,alright just make an bed so I can get rest” I
sighed. “Right.” He said.

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