Tunare glided over to where Karana sat meditating bother stared into the blackness of space and to the small blue spot that they had been watching over so carefully. She sat by him and he lifted an eye smiling at her presence. "Norrath" She smiled. "All the dreams we have in store for its creatures. Karana rose up and spoke; his raspy voice filled her ears. "Yes that is what I'm working on now." She looked at him oddly. "Rallos Zek has caused many problems Lady Tunare." The name it's self almost angered her. Rallos Zek was another God who did not appreciate all life but rather only the strong. Weak was not allowed in his order. "What has he done now?" Asked Tunare puzzled at why she did not already know his foul plans. Karana looked up to her grimly and scratched at his chin. "It isn't what he has done but what he plans to do that threatens us." He sat down in the nothingness and began to meditate. "He is going to make the lives of the barbarians rather harsh. He will send a wurm in time of great power. Blue as the sky and as cold as the bitter lands of Ever Frost it's self. A cold hearted devil whose only ambition is to kill and rule." Tunare sighed deeply feeling the pain that was to be for the barbarians who lived in the North. They where not the kindest of people but they did not deserve that fate, not many did. She looked to Karana whose eyes had closed again into meditation. "What do you plan on doing then Lord of the sky?" Karana opened his eyes and store at Norrath with a curios yet blank look on his face. "I will send another" Tunare looked to him "But who Antonio's Bayle, Erud all these heroes are busy with their lives." Karana stood up and bowed his head "A oddest of creatures with the heart of his people. A man filled with his own torment, which no soul can cleanse whose one fulfillment, will be the vengeance of the ones he loves. A blond haired stranger eyes blue as the magic he will shoot out, he has been chosen!" And with these words booming through space a sudden lightning filled the sky of Norrath and the lights of thunder were thrown around. At that same moment a young halfling awoke screaming. He looked around his room sweating looking for something or someone to answer to. He took a deep breath and fell back into his bed. He ran his hand through his blond hair. Nictin McFiddle was his name. A very small and very quiet halfling. He awoke to the sounds of a black crow hawking in the jum jum fields out by his house. He groaned loudly and stumbled out of his bed. He was the oddest of creatures really. His blond hair was wild and ran all over his head in strange streaks. His eyes where a light blue and made him look ten years younger then he really was. He already was growing small chin hair as most halflings do at only the age of twelve. It also was a brilliant blond. He yawned and put on his red collar shirt and brown knee high pants. He jumped up to reach the knob of his door and stumbled out. Going into the kitchen he found his mother baking more muffins as if her family hadn't eaten in days and was as always cheery while doing so. She smiled at Nictin "Morning Nictin, my you're as slow getting up as a snail ensnared!" Nictin grumbled and took a seat at the table next to his brother Fydlin who gave him a smirk and passed him a muffin. Fydlin was even more of a character then Nictin. His hair was red as fire and he almost looked as if he didn't belong in the family. His eyes were silver and almost gave him the look of a troublemaker. "You can't keep waking up this late Nic." Fydlin began "We only have thirty minutes until warrior practice begins. Nictin almost chocked, he had forgotten and had not studied the material for the forms of combat. "Ack, thanks for reminding me now Fydlin lot of good it does me!" Fydlin smiled "You're welcome and then looked to the door as it cracked open. There stood Ynaphit the outcast of the family. "Hello everyone only twenty minutes before I have to go away." Nictin's mother sighed deeply and hugged her adopted daughter. Ever since she had appeared at the doorstep of their family years ago she had been an active role in it. She rubbed at Fydlin' hair "Take care of Nic now would you?" Fydlin smiled sneakily. "Oh yes I'll take good care of the little shallow head." Nictin gave Fydlin an angered look and continued nibbling at his muffin. "And Nictin you look after your father the God's know he needs everyone's help. I can only wonder what he has been through in the North." Nictin nodded and hugged his sister. With this parting she waved good-bye and walked out of their lives forever to begin her career as a bard. Nictin's father was a warrior. His father's father was a warrior and the line had continued for as far back as any of them could remember. His father was a very busy man who Nictin had never had time to actually meet. He was more of just a superior figure he knew then a father. But Nictin respected him immensely. He was always very proud of his dad and hoped that he would grow up to be him. He urged for every chance he got to see him and when he did he couldn't find the words to say to talk to him. He was one of the most famous people in the halfling town of Rivervale. Everyone who's anyone knew Rictin McFiddle. Nictin's mom Salley gasped "Oh my, boys there will be no warrior practice today!" Nictin and Fydlin looked at her oddly. She smiled happily "Your fathers coming home today!" Nictin grinned and looked to Fydlin who wore the same face. The two ran to the door. Nictin did a small flip out the window tripping over and landing in a flower patch and Fydlin simply flew through the door and ran toward the bank. Nictin looked around the town he had grown up in. Rivervale was a small and easygoing city. It was a trading center where many explorers and adventures had traveled. Many of them would return to Rivervale in time almost as if they had lived there their whole lives. It was a very homey town. Nictin raced toward the bank and turning a corner into a very tall man. There stood Tyleer RedClaw a paladin of the human city Freeport. The Paladin grunted at him and through his arm around his neck. "Well if it isn't the son of Rictin young Nictin McFiddle. You should watch were your going you might find your self in trouble you little scum." Tyleer lifted up his fist and Nictin closed his eyes gritting his teeth. "Let him go RedClaw" A voice called out. RedClaw dropped Nictin and he fell to the ground. Tyleer looked to the voice and discovered Tulean. Tulean was another paladin only much more aggressive and appeared friendly to the short and young. Tyleer knew there was no point at lashing out at Tulean not only would he wipe him out but he would report his wrong doing to King Thox of the city of Felwithe home to the High Elf's. Tyleer looked to Nictin growled softly and walked away angered greatly. Tulean smiled at Nictin "Hi little McFiddle exited about your father coming back today?" Nictin smiled "Yes sir." Tulean looked into the distance I'll probly cross paths with him on the way back to Felwithe I have some mission to attend to for the King." He patted Nictin on the head and walked out of the entrance to Rivervale. At that moment Nictin looked to see Fydlin coming out of the Fool's Gold. Nictin stared at Fydlin curiously. He walked up to Nictin and nodded to him. "What where you doing in there Fydlin?" Asked Nictin curios. Fydlin stopped and looked as if he was looking for an answer. "Um well, I needed to buy some tonics for mom's stand. Nictin looked to Fydlin's hand to find no tonics but he rather not get into an argument with him so they continued to the bank. They walked towards a tree and Fydlin gave Nictin a leg up and both sat in it ready for the show. Halflings stood around in the streets anxious and exited for the return of the travelers from Rivervale. Mayor Grooble adjusted him self to the center of the bank along side him was the leader of the warrior guild and standing under a tree close by was the druid leader RavenClaw. Sudden much cheering came form the entrance of Rivervale out from the Misty Thicket. Sparkling confetti flew from the sky and screams of happiness roared. Nictin stood up in the tree and wove a hand over his head and squinted his eyes. There stood two barbarians one he had seen often hair as black as coal and silver armor from his head to his feet. He other wore a leather uniform and a small bear followed him. Obviously he was a Shaman. Then a dwarf Nictin recognized as a family friend Darfe. Then a seemingly louder cheering came and Nictin saw his father walking in. Grey hair lay on his head and his eyes were as blue as Nictin's. He wore a tired face and he looked twenty years older then he was. Aged by the constant battling that he had taken place in. He had a see through shield that glowed. It was a velium shield and it was almost as big as he was. The weary adventures stood before the mayor bowed and then bowed to the public. There service done. Everyone congratulated them on a great return and as this was happen Nictin and Fydlin finally rushed over to their father. When they saw him they saw Salley was already in his arms. He wore a very tired face but it was lightened up when he saw his sons. He walked over and hugged Nictin. "How have you been son?" He asked. Once again Nictin answered with only a "Good sir" Rictin chuckled "Stop that sir junk kid dad's fine." Then he laughed as he saw his other son Fydlin come up "How the hell are you?" Fydlin laughed about the same as you dad sick of the routines we have!" The two hugged and the family returned home. Nictin could only wait to spend more time with his father.