It was a dark and dreary day or Ricker1 when he showed up at Burthope. A lonely young man in a strange land not knowing where he was or what he was doing there. Then out of nowhere the whole land is up in arms over the attack of the trolls. People are asking me to help defend the land. After some deep contemplation the realization was I needed to kill or be killed. After a long battle we prevailed. What a great feeling to succeed and help me fellow people survive the attack of the trolls and rock people. All seemed to be wonderful until the choice came. A baby troll in a canon, why would one hide in a cannon is beyond me. It was a touch decision; do I blast the troll out of the cannon or do I take the chance of him coming back one day and taking vengeance on me. After what seemed like a long grueling time I decided to spare his life and so my journey began.