Heroes
Prolouge
"I am ready, Father.", said Dio Joanes, a young fighter. His father was an already experienced red wizard named Thirian Joanes, Ri for short. He had upgraded from red mage when he was young. Dio and his brother Rian were going hunting with their father. Rian Joanes was a thief, and very talented. "So am I", said Rian. "We shall go then", said their father. Dio had a 3' broad sword, and Rian had an 18" dirk(dagger). Thirian, on the other hand, had a hand-crafted sword that was the length of both of their weapons combined plus another foot and was called Speed, for it was large but quick and light, so even a thief could use it. It had been passed down from his father, and from his father's father and so on for about 200 years, and was full of magic, for it was hardly chipped. Anyway, Thirian had been a light warrior, along with his best friend who had no children. They were going to pass their orbs down to Dio and Rian if they proved themselves on this trip. As they walked to the item shop, a strong grip caught Dio's shoulder. A cold chill went down his back as he jumped with fright. He heard laughter all around him. He turned, and there was Alon. Thirian couldn't help laughing as he spoke. "I think you gave him quite a scare, friend." Alon Anders was Thirian's friend and half-cousin. He was a master, an experienced black belt. He produced a glowing sphere from his cloak, and Dio and Rian were filled with awe. "An orb...", they spoke in unison. He put it away and, after going to the item shop and buying 10 potions and two antidotes, the heroes headed for the exit of the town of Dalen...