Fate's Crossing
You run fast and deep into the the heart of the forest. You know of this forest like no other it is hear the river has left you to wonder and seek life as a young child.
You journey to the forest edge and there centered along a path sits onece a tavern used by many travelers until that very day when a clan of men known only as the Black Cloaks came and killed the owner, dare not a foot step into this isolated dwelling of hellish men for they are sure to die.
Only as a member to which you grew up as a young boy and raised by the clan of killers, you walk into the tavern.
"AAaye! The young lad is back from his journey. What treasures do you bring?" ask Bento a ratherly large bandit who tends to serve ale to all the clans members.
"For my journey had been cut short when I found myself out numbered by the cities guardsmen."
"Oh lad, I thought we had trained you to never be out numbered for one of us equals twenty of them. Hahaha! Let us drink, for tonight we will seek your revenge and bring hell to this city."
You raise your mug and drink heavily. You look over to the center of the tavern and see two clansmen fist fighting to see who is better and stronger. One of the men takes a direct blow to the jaw and falls to the tavern floor.
"Who dare challenges me Rogan the great? Step foward and bring your fight!" challenges the winning man with sweat and blood dripping from his face.
You feel the urge to prove yourslf after fleeing that battle, but you may need your strenth for later tonight.
You journey to the forest edge and there centered along a path sits onece a tavern used by many travelers until that very day when a clan of men known only as the Black Cloaks came and killed the owner, dare not a foot step into this isolated dwelling of hellish men for they are sure to die.
Only as a member to which you grew up as a young boy and raised by the clan of killers, you walk into the tavern.
"AAaye! The young lad is back from his journey. What treasures do you bring?" ask Bento a ratherly large bandit who tends to serve ale to all the clans members.
"For my journey had been cut short when I found myself out numbered by the cities guardsmen."
"Oh lad, I thought we had trained you to never be out numbered for one of us equals twenty of them. Hahaha! Let us drink, for tonight we will seek your revenge and bring hell to this city."
You raise your mug and drink heavily. You look over to the center of the tavern and see two clansmen fist fighting to see who is better and stronger. One of the men takes a direct blow to the jaw and falls to the tavern floor.
"Who dare challenges me Rogan the great? Step foward and bring your fight!" challenges the winning man with sweat and blood dripping from his face.
You feel the urge to prove yourslf after fleeing that battle, but you may need your strenth for later tonight.