So were do i start?
I could say "a long time ago in a long forgotten forest there lived a gump". No, no, no, no. it needs more "paz..az" as they say.
ok try number two (*clears throught*) "in a time not so distent from now there is a war going on betwween two factions". There we go were getting some were but not quite there yet.
try number three... "in the distant future there lived a cat not just any cat but a super cat". Ok that does it I quit.
I wonder why that guy, what was his name K..om...kombater3 thats right kombater3, ran off like that it doesnt look that hard to be a story writer.
Ok i'll be your host from now on, my name is kombater4 how do you do, right straight to buisness writing the story.
Chapter1
It was as allways freezing in the barren wastland that was Calithea, never was there a thought of taking your jacket (or hide for those not wealthy enough to afford a jacket) off unless shelter was found. Due to the climate many animals and creatures never dare to tread on the ice at the start of the long tred to the top of the peeks of the mountains. None lived here but the shadows of beasts still searching for a place to hide from the cold, to finaly rest for all eternity and find there at last peace. True to speek there was that of life on the mountains such as the giants of Gallandorf , a small camp were giants keep there cattale safe, and the orks of the north. Not much is known about these man like, dark green barbarians other than if you went up you did not come down. It is said that only the most battle hardent warriors would last the night in the ork's defiled territory. in the shadow of the mountain there was a village, not big, not filled with savage warriors, but it was the trader's from the south that stayed here.
the village was filled with average people and other creatures that lived here. There were jaidine a small yet strong form of dragon-people (half human, half dragon), then there were dwarfs that owend the mines, armory and the local tavern. In the village there was also orks, not to be mistaken for the orks of the north, these were less aggressive but still to have there short temper. There were travelers that came and went in the time period of a day or so, plus the odd one that would stay and become a part of the comunity. But that would rarely happen due to the sheer temprature, plus the fact that most travelers would be on a quest of sorts and just stay the night.
As was mentiond there was a tavern, it was located neer the center of the village next to the butchers and market, this is were we meet the hero of our story. A young man at the age of 19 was working a bartender, he had a good education he was trained at the academy of Wolfgardens. here he had been trained to be a blacksmit, after finnishing his 7 years of long and hard labour he wished to return home to his family in calithea. It was a two week ride to his home, when he reached the village he was expecting a warm welcome by his family and nieghbours but all he got was the cold wind passing through his hair. Two weeks passed from that day and not not much happend other than him getting his job in the tavern. Sometimes he thought that he spent seven years of his life in a very well established academy, to be turned down from his job and made to work in a tavern. he never complained and never moaned about his job for the pay was good and he met new people every day. this was to continue for another year and a half. That brings us to now, a nineteen near twenty year old man who dreems of getting out and doing something.