Hmm, now how should I begin...
First thing is first, my name is not Savage, it is Morant, and I was the king of the Old kingdom called Tolian. The Kingdom was on the lands far west of here. It was richer and more bountiful than any land close to it. I came to be king through my father, who was King before me. Before I received the Kingship, I was permitted to leave the castle unattended. I usually left with 3 others though, friends as far back as I can remember.
We normally hunted anything we could find, mostly deer and boar, and an occasional wolf. Once those got boring, we carried out tasks for locals, who were humbled to receive our services.
One such occasion was for an old farmer. Goblins had been raiding his farm for a few months, and the guards wouldn't stop them. We gladly volunteered to do the job for free. We searched for the goblin lair for a couple days. When we found it, they ambushed us and tied us to a traveling cart they probably stole. Worgs pulled the defiled vehicle, and the paraded us around their camp. We had no idea there were so many hiding in the foothills. They eventually tied us up to tall wooden poles. It took nearly all of them to hold us down while they piled on one another to stretch our hands to the top and tie them. While they were idle, they took to stoning us. At first they were tiny stones, and as a funny thing, to them anyway. Then it got more serious as my father's search parties got closer. The mage with me finally gathered enough energy to set his ropes on fire and escape. The goblins got enraged and tried to follow, but fell into one of their own pit traps. The mage returned to us and untied our ropes, just in time for another band of goblins to arrive, these were fully armed. The only weapons we had were our fists, so we ran naturally. Luckily we ran into the Royal cavalry at the edge of their encampment, and they slaughtered the goblins in tow. I returned to the castle where I was scorned, but soon after received a suit of chain armor and a sword imbued with magic. Unknown to me, the sword sent a warning to my father every time it tasted blood.
It wasn't long before the goblin hoard in the southern wastelands heard about this, and sent a large army. My father decided to send my and my comrades to fight them, since we were the cause of this mishap. We were in the rear of the first wave if the soldiers. We intersected the invaders in the southern foothills. We were outnumbered 20 to 1. Javelins filled the sky and goblins were appearing all around us. The order was shouted to retreat, and the mages created a fog to delay the pursuers. Half of us made it to the fort nearby, the other half would undoubtedly become dinner for the attackers. Those that fell were honored, including the 3 comrades I had. I was given a bow at the fort, as well as arrows. Mages were sent out on horseback to lure the goblins to the fort, since spiked pits encircled the fort. 2 out of the 6 mages returned, with a following of nearly 150 goblins, raising their fists and throwing crude javelins at the fort. It was at that moment in which I learned how good I was at archery. I was able to hit a goblin each shot, and seriously wound it, if not kill it. When the goblins reached the pits, for some reason they did not fall in. They kept on rushing at us, out of javelins at this point, but still managing to dodge arrows. When they reached the gate, for some reason it burst open, as if by godly force. I immediately jumped down and wielded my sword. It was then that I saw these goblins up close, and they weren't ordinary. Their armor and weapons glowed with an odd reddish light, and they seemed stronger than the average stupid one. It made no difference; I would fight to the death. As soon as I killed one, my world went black and I became disoriented. No more were there goblins, but now there was a castle wall. In front of me was a strange elf. He had blood red eyes, snow-white hair, and dark blue skin. He wore many rods on his wrist, and held a large staff. He was dressed in a dark black robe that touched the ground. I recognized the castle as Tolian. The elf spoke in Draconic, which I learned to be the language spoken by most intelligent evil creatures. He said I had a good disguise, and that it would be easy getting in now. I later learned this creature to be of a Drow, an evil and twisted creature that lives underground. They hate light, however this one had stood out in plain daylight unaffected. He pulled out a wand and pointed it at the wall. He spoke an incomprehensible word and the wall twisted out of existence. He opened a scroll and read its contents. Immediately the scroll burned up, and a red ported appeared in front of him. Horrible demons stepped out and started wrecking the city. I watched in horror as strange evil creatures were smashing my town. I felt another wave of disorientation as my world went black again. When I could see once more, I found myself in some strange land. Next to me was the court Mage and my father, along with my father's elite soldiers. Everything besides them looked blurred out. I could barely distinguish the interior walls of the castle. My father quickly said that we were in the Etheral Plane and we had to move fast. I followed him out of the castle and past the city walls. The whole way I saw the blurred figures of demons, spouting fire and ice. When an arrow flew at me, I thought I was dead, however it went right through me. I kept running until I saw the Drow from earlier. As soon as I stopped, he looked at me and laughed. He appeared normal after waving a wand. The court mage gasped in horror and started putting up a defensive shield as the elite soldiers closed in on the Drow. My father grabbed me and started dragging me out of the remains of the city. At the gate, a giant fireball appeared out of nowhere. It started rolling towards us. My father kept running at it. Once he disappeared into the flames, the fireball collapsed on my father, who was in terrible pain. He was on fire and grasping his heart. He shouted to run as fast and as far as possible. And so I ran far and fast. Eventually the world came back into focus and I stopped running. I still had my chain armor, but I realized my sword was gone. This was the most terrorizing moment of my life.
I ended up on a trade caravan to the nearest city, which was a few days ride. I hoped not to see any living thing other than a human at that point. The owner of the estate near the city was my fathers best friend, who I hoped would armor me and point me to a place to stay.
First thing is first, my name is not Savage, it is Morant, and I was the king of the Old kingdom called Tolian. The Kingdom was on the lands far west of here. It was richer and more bountiful than any land close to it. I came to be king through my father, who was King before me. Before I received the Kingship, I was permitted to leave the castle unattended. I usually left with 3 others though, friends as far back as I can remember.
We normally hunted anything we could find, mostly deer and boar, and an occasional wolf. Once those got boring, we carried out tasks for locals, who were humbled to receive our services.
One such occasion was for an old farmer. Goblins had been raiding his farm for a few months, and the guards wouldn't stop them. We gladly volunteered to do the job for free. We searched for the goblin lair for a couple days. When we found it, they ambushed us and tied us to a traveling cart they probably stole. Worgs pulled the defiled vehicle, and the paraded us around their camp. We had no idea there were so many hiding in the foothills. They eventually tied us up to tall wooden poles. It took nearly all of them to hold us down while they piled on one another to stretch our hands to the top and tie them. While they were idle, they took to stoning us. At first they were tiny stones, and as a funny thing, to them anyway. Then it got more serious as my father's search parties got closer. The mage with me finally gathered enough energy to set his ropes on fire and escape. The goblins got enraged and tried to follow, but fell into one of their own pit traps. The mage returned to us and untied our ropes, just in time for another band of goblins to arrive, these were fully armed. The only weapons we had were our fists, so we ran naturally. Luckily we ran into the Royal cavalry at the edge of their encampment, and they slaughtered the goblins in tow. I returned to the castle where I was scorned, but soon after received a suit of chain armor and a sword imbued with magic. Unknown to me, the sword sent a warning to my father every time it tasted blood.
It wasn't long before the goblin hoard in the southern wastelands heard about this, and sent a large army. My father decided to send my and my comrades to fight them, since we were the cause of this mishap. We were in the rear of the first wave if the soldiers. We intersected the invaders in the southern foothills. We were outnumbered 20 to 1. Javelins filled the sky and goblins were appearing all around us. The order was shouted to retreat, and the mages created a fog to delay the pursuers. Half of us made it to the fort nearby, the other half would undoubtedly become dinner for the attackers. Those that fell were honored, including the 3 comrades I had. I was given a bow at the fort, as well as arrows. Mages were sent out on horseback to lure the goblins to the fort, since spiked pits encircled the fort. 2 out of the 6 mages returned, with a following of nearly 150 goblins, raising their fists and throwing crude javelins at the fort. It was at that moment in which I learned how good I was at archery. I was able to hit a goblin each shot, and seriously wound it, if not kill it. When the goblins reached the pits, for some reason they did not fall in. They kept on rushing at us, out of javelins at this point, but still managing to dodge arrows. When they reached the gate, for some reason it burst open, as if by godly force. I immediately jumped down and wielded my sword. It was then that I saw these goblins up close, and they weren't ordinary. Their armor and weapons glowed with an odd reddish light, and they seemed stronger than the average stupid one. It made no difference; I would fight to the death. As soon as I killed one, my world went black and I became disoriented. No more were there goblins, but now there was a castle wall. In front of me was a strange elf. He had blood red eyes, snow-white hair, and dark blue skin. He wore many rods on his wrist, and held a large staff. He was dressed in a dark black robe that touched the ground. I recognized the castle as Tolian. The elf spoke in Draconic, which I learned to be the language spoken by most intelligent evil creatures. He said I had a good disguise, and that it would be easy getting in now. I later learned this creature to be of a Drow, an evil and twisted creature that lives underground. They hate light, however this one had stood out in plain daylight unaffected. He pulled out a wand and pointed it at the wall. He spoke an incomprehensible word and the wall twisted out of existence. He opened a scroll and read its contents. Immediately the scroll burned up, and a red ported appeared in front of him. Horrible demons stepped out and started wrecking the city. I watched in horror as strange evil creatures were smashing my town. I felt another wave of disorientation as my world went black again. When I could see once more, I found myself in some strange land. Next to me was the court Mage and my father, along with my father's elite soldiers. Everything besides them looked blurred out. I could barely distinguish the interior walls of the castle. My father quickly said that we were in the Etheral Plane and we had to move fast. I followed him out of the castle and past the city walls. The whole way I saw the blurred figures of demons, spouting fire and ice. When an arrow flew at me, I thought I was dead, however it went right through me. I kept running until I saw the Drow from earlier. As soon as I stopped, he looked at me and laughed. He appeared normal after waving a wand. The court mage gasped in horror and started putting up a defensive shield as the elite soldiers closed in on the Drow. My father grabbed me and started dragging me out of the remains of the city. At the gate, a giant fireball appeared out of nowhere. It started rolling towards us. My father kept running at it. Once he disappeared into the flames, the fireball collapsed on my father, who was in terrible pain. He was on fire and grasping his heart. He shouted to run as fast and as far as possible. And so I ran far and fast. Eventually the world came back into focus and I stopped running. I still had my chain armor, but I realized my sword was gone. This was the most terrorizing moment of my life.
I ended up on a trade caravan to the nearest city, which was a few days ride. I hoped not to see any living thing other than a human at that point. The owner of the estate near the city was my fathers best friend, who I hoped would armor me and point me to a place to stay.