•MY PLACE•
My name is Shadow - son of Zisteau - the only Fear left. Father died when I was 12 and my mother was slain by Klaagren, we dont speak of him ever. I was brought up to fight, to get revenge by my uncle - who is currently very ill. Im 6'7" and 19 years old with longish brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. I wouldnt say Im popular but I have a few friends here and there, other than that, I just practice. I practice for the quest of Padrin's 'get back' (Padrin is the kings son) which has only 4 spaces. I've been waiting for this moment for so long and it has finaly occured, and I am going to evenge my mother, full stop.
•INTRODUCTOIN•
...whilst practicing on a homemade scarcrow - the one my father used when he was young - a hawk the size of a cow landed right infront of me. My bare arm hooked up my sword (it was my fathers diamond sword with his golden marking down the spine) and took the letter the hawk was poking me with. The letter read:
Dear Fear, Shadow,
You have been chosen to attend the quest for Padrins GET BACK. I have been studying you and have heard so much about you. You will be joined by three others: A wizard, an elf and another human. They also recieved a letter and will meet you in the village centre at 10pm tonight, hope you are ready to try and evenge your mother, Issaleth. Yes, I know.
ANNONYMUS
I looked up only to see the hawk had left and an Emerald left behind with a note ontop, Your Choice. I knew what this meant as my mother once got one, she decided to pick it up but when she did so, it had burned its way into her hand. I never got to know what it eventually did but picking it up killed my mother so Im leaving it there.
I picked up my leather coat and buttoned up my shirt before heading towards the village centre. Once in the village, I met the team. They were just about walking into the Sunsgiven Taven when the obviously wizard looking guy saw me through the back of his head, dont ask me how but shit happens. We entered the tavern together, ordered some light drinks and chatted for a while - telling each other about ourselves. We were offered some drinks, some were blue some white and some pink. They all had a little umberella popped in the top. I took a blue one and had a sip which was surprisingly good; I took a few large gulps and instantly blacked out... *
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Urmsdoon
FantasyWelcome to Urmsdoon Valley. Four adventurers have been sent off through many lands to receive a mighty Padrin, Prince of Omlerk.
