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Three cloaked figures walk into the local tavern. There faces shrouded from the fire light, the middle figure asks the barkeep, "Torm," in a raspy voice. The barkeep points to one of the corner tables as the situates almost seem to float over there. As they reach the table they draw there swords, the rustic looking man stands up. As he stands up, the figure to the left gets kicked in the gut, and then thrown though a table. On the other side there is a axe swung at the figures knees, and he falls, in pain.
"Now this is a fair fight," the man known as Torm speaks, as he picks up a morning star.
The final cloaked figure swings a mighty overhand shot at Torm. He side steps it, and his morning star clangs off of the clocked mans armor.
"Give me your Halberd," Torm tells the shorter of the folk.
Torm and his adversary dodge and parry shots until the shorter fold hands Torm the Halberd. The dodging and parrying keeps on until Torm get a hold of a soft spot and puts the figure on the ground.
As Torm thrusts the point up to the mans trought ," What do you want with me?"
"You should know the dark lord summoned you."
"ha, I don't answer to that traitor anymore! He kills for no reason and all kin's with out remorse."
"If you don't come willingly then you will be hunted down, all of your pitiful band." as the figure spits that from his mouth he disappears into thin air.
A female figure in long flowing green robe, that almost looks like its living, steps out of the shadows, "What was that all about?"
"well (female eleven name here) you know I severed the dark lord until I found out of his evil ways, and he must be trying to call his generals back. The countries must be prepared for attacks on there boarders," Torm answered while thinking, "we must tell the king of this land."