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With a sickening thud the motionless body of Roland hit the cold ground of the forest floor. Surrounding Alric and his fallen comrade in the shadows stood six mercenaries. The first of these fighters drew a club and beckoned Alric to make the first move. A fresh bead of sweat dropped from Alric's brow and fell upon the steel of his blade. Staring ( Read more... )

As the battle raged on around him, Roland looked around in what he believed to be his last moments alive. He was sure someone would finish him off soon enough. He had failed his mission, he thought. And as his consciousness left him he saw a figure, fighting so gallantly, it was worthy of the skills of a Knight of Thurkyll. The figure turned ( Read more... )

As the two armies clashed together on the great plains of Halador, the sight reminded Roland of the colliding waves of the Black Sea. Wincing at the blinding light of the great Sun, Roland grunted, setting his mighty steed into a gallop as he rode into the sunlight. The wind bit at the layer of sweat that had formed on Roland's brow, and his body ( Read more... )

As Roland rode from the village in search of the answers to his questions, Alric caught up to him. Calling out Roland’s name, he led his horse off the old worn road. Roland followed his newfound companion off the path and into the darkness of the woods. The forest was deep; danger lurked in every tree and around every corner. As Alric navigated ( Read more... )

After only a few days of travel, Roland knew that they must stop at the village ahead. Glancing at his companion Alric, a man of the land whose skills in navigation could not be matched, Roland could tell he had grown weary from travel and was in need of a well-deserved rest... and perhaps a shot of rum to calm the body and mind. The vibrant colors ( Read more... )

Wielding his mighty sword, he approached his foes, ready to strike them down at moments notice. The three bandits spread out across the worn path and drew their weapons. One of the scoundrels was two heads taller then others and held a rusty axe, still wet with blood. Roland knew that he must die first. By then, the three men had surrounded ( Read more... )

Mounted atop his glorious steed, our hero gazed upon the land. Throughout the thickly dense forest ahead lay one crude and winding path. Galloping through the dusty path the sunset shown through the branches above like a painting and the sounds of nature filled his ears and heart. After only a short distance's travel, new sounds grazed our knight's ( Read more... )

Looking over the vast mountains, the armed warrior of old gazed upon the glory of this land. Could this be true? Had he finally reached the Kingdom of Halador? He had been told by many travelers of this kingdom and its pristine beauty, but never had he believed these old wandering fools. But once he had reached the land he realized how truly ( Read more... )