Daginn.

Þar sem ég ætla að vera með Epic ævintýri fannst mér réttast að gera smá sögu um uppruna characterana.


Not so long ago, in a small community in the north, there happenend something some call a miracle and others just a freak chance, but one thing is sure, for evil this was truly a curse.

One day in the field all the families of this community were out to gather their harvest for winter was comming. As the night approached and darkness fell over the land there was an unsetteling calm, the wolfes were silent and the wind stopped blowing, before the villagers knew it they were under attack by what seemed to be beigns form a place unknown, from Hell. The fiends slaugtheres everyone and everything with ease, then they went on on their ramapage and killed anyone in sight. The carnage went on for miles.

Then in the fields were the villagers had been harvesting 5 beings rose up, one man, one half-orc, one halfling, one elf and one dwarf. Not knowing what had happenend to them they stumbled to the next town. As they arrived they saw that a great army was beign gathered to counter this new threat, in their grief and anger they enrolled, seeing no other point to their lives. The army marched on the day after, 300 men strong. Finally on the 5th day they stood before a great mass of deamons, as far as the eye could see, the general orderred the army to stop, as did they. The general saw no gain in wasting his men in a carnage the deamons would just enjoy so he ordered a withdrawal, as he did he heard a bloodcurling scream and from his platoon came a half-orc running through the entire army like they were paper dolls, following him was a man, halfing, elf and dwarf. Their movements were freakishly fast and some men got badly injured when they ran through, screaming and crying they ran fast as they could straight to the deamon horde. All this commotion made the leader of the fiends notice these 5 pathetic beings running towards him, grinning with his crooked and bloody teeth he moved to them, as the fight began it abruptly ended, as the orc chopped through him like he was made of clay, never stopping on his run. The general couldn´t belive his eyes. then it was like all the heavens had been torn asunder as the elf made all hell rain upon the horde and his fellows made quick work of the remaining fiends, mowing through them by the hundreds.

In the end all that stood were these 5 beings of power greater than Fareun had ever seen and in these times of troubles Fearun needs champions like them.


- Arko Wildfeather, Bard

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