Take it. Use it. Face it.
Those words came to me one early winter morning when I realized that everything was changing. So much wrong was happening everywhere. The wars were escalating. People were dying. Things that once were sure weren't anymore.
That morning, I realized that no longer would I sit back and watch life as we know it fall apart by the seams. I'd hold it together…even if I am just one man. And I knew that if I wanted to do something about it, I couldn't stay here…
Veroth Runewake
A lone figure stood atop a house on a hill, overlooking a beautiful country. He breathed in the cool, clean air, eyes fixed on a spot above the horizon. The wind tossed his clothing, the ragged pants, the belt with an emblem on the buckle, and the sash that waves in the wind. His training for the life of a warrior has toned him; he now stands stronger with confidence, hardness in his eyes like never before. He knew that soon corded muscle would appear on his arms and legs, a thicker chest and broader shoulders.
He is strong. A light to the darkness of the world, not because of supernatural ability or world-shaking spell power; it is because he tries.
He is Veroth Runewake.