This is kind of based off of DnD (I'm a nerd). Anywho, this is a Teen Titan fanfic during Mid-evil times. If anyone knows anything about Dnd, they'll understand. If you don't like Dnd, it will be a bit harder to understand, but I think you'll like it anyway. All of the Titans will have they're own little Dnd classes. You'll find out soon. Let's get started shall we? BTW, I am NOT racist. The way Cyborg enters the story, you might think I am, but I assure you I am not. It just makes sense for the time period, ok? Also, I changed a few of their powers to adjust to the powers…it'll be cool, I hope.

Teen Titans: In a Faraway Land…

Chapter 1: The Beginning of an Adventure

Samurai

A boy of eight years of age swung his short sword. To him, of course, it was much more than just a short sword. It was what he was. He was born into a surfs life. He wasn't a noble, he wasn't, luckily, a slave, but he might as well have been. His father, a kind and powerful man, had refused to fight for the king. He taught his son how to use the sword to protect himself, but never to harm anyone unprovoked.

The boy well extremely fit for his age, and could easily beat the rest of the boys he played with. But, with his kind heart and his fathers teaching, he wouldn't ever raise a fist against them. Even if it WAS appropriate.

Richard Greyson was his name, but he was nicknamed Robin. His mother had always sung him a song entitled "Robin." It was not long after that his father had started calling him Robin.

His father, a Paladin, and his mother, a Bard, were very surprised when they found that they had raised a Samurai, but it was how he was, and his parents wouldn't hold that against him. One night, a guild of thieves attacked the town, and his parents fell trying to protect him. The leader of the rising guild, a man only known by the name of Slade, took him away from his home. He was raised in the art of Samurai, just as his destiny had desired from birth. He had a very strong will, and would always punish himself for doing Slades bidding. He had cuts from his wakizashi. Many of them were located in the chest. There was a scar running down his chest vertically and horizontally. Many of his attempted honorable suicides had been thwarted by Slades clerics. His sixteenth birthday was coming up, and he knew that Slade was planning something very important for him.

Barbarian

A young slave, his age unknown, had been born and raised in the field. After many years after his parent's deaths, he decided that there was nothing left for him here, so he ran. After many unsuccessful escapes, many whippings, and many forms of other torture, he escaped. During one of the forms of torture, the master had decided that maybe a removal of an arm and a leg would keep him from running away. He was no longer suited for work in the fields, but he would be kept as an example for the other slaves.

Now living with a slightly demented wizard, he had been crafted other forms of limbs. He had a leg made of iron that had been animated by the wizard. And his missing arm was replaced with a Sorcerer's crossbow (A special crossbow made for sorcerers that keeps you away from the fray of battle. It has a special "Spell Store" attribute that allows the sorcerer to put a spell inside the bow itself. It is in the shape of a hand casting a spell). The crossbow was animated, so he could move the fingers around, and the wizard was powerful enough to make the "Single Spell Store" into a charge item. He could now hold about 30 powerful blasts per day in his arm, but needed a sorcerer/sorceress to recharge it. It could hold any form of magic, but was especially power when "sound" damaging magic was used. It could still shoot crossbow bolts, if he assembled his fingers like he was casting a spell. His false arm was not made of iron like his leg, but instead, wood.

After a few years of living with the Wizard, he decided to leave. After having the Wizard recharge his arm with "Sonic" spells, he was on his way. His goal was to become famous enough that he would have enough power to have slavery abolished. It would be a hard task, but he was determined, and it would hopefully be done. Right as he left, the Wizard yelled to him, "Your last name shall be Stone, for you have a body of stone. You, when put up to a test, are as unmovable as a bolder. Go well, and live." The Wizard then shut his door, and let his adoptive son leave on his quest.

Druid

A small young druid sat with his pet giant maggot on a tree, overlooking his small portion of the forest. His parents had decided it was his time of training, and he must go and protect himself for five years before he could come back to them, if he indeed did want to come back. He, like the Barbarian, had no idea of his age. It was not a necessary thing. He was an elf; he would live for a VERY long time. He had named his pet 'Silkie' in honor of the wondrous cloth that the easterners had made. He sighed and wished that an orc would come and try and chop down a tree or something. He seemed to have chosen the most boring and secluded part of the forest.

He looked at Silkie and smiled. He patted the small creature's head and continued to watch.

Necromancer

A small pale girl sat in her basement, reading a book about raising the dead. She had been born through a powerful necromancer. She only had a father, unless you wanted to count a dead woman as a mother. Her father had raised her 'mother' from the dead, long enough to create an offspring to pass on his powers. He was successful.

She was never really bothered by the fact that she was created through an animated corpse, but mostly by the fact that she wasn't allowed into public. In most areas of the world, necromancers had been outcast. I think you can probably guess why…

She closed her book as her father called to her. She run upstairs and came face to face with him. "Honey…it's time for your training…" the girl tilted her head. Her father wrapped his arm around her shoulder and let her over to a glass case holding a full body cloak, a skull, and a small dagger. "You…my dearest daughter…must find another necromancer…and marry him." The young girl gasped.

"Father, you cannot be serious! I am but only fifteen! How am I to find a husband?" She protested.

"Do not worry…take your time…all you must do is be able to bear a child to pass on your magic…" He reassured. "You can take as long as you want…now…be gone…and remember…you are the most…important thing in…my life…" She bowed, grabbed a library worth of books, her cloak, the skull, the dagger, and was off.

Sorceress – Dragon Disciple (This is an advanced class. Pretty much means you have dragons blood in you)

The princess of the kingdom, at the time, was Blackfire. Her mother, a kind and gentle queen, and her father, a kind but very strict king, were constantly concerned that their next-in-line daughter was too reckless to possibly be the next ruler of the land. They had often contemplated skipping her over and going to their sweet, beautiful, albeit naïve (but in a cute way), daughter, Starfire.

She had red dragon's blood running through her veins, and it showed. Her skin was barely noticeably different shaded than a normal human. It had an orangeish tint to it. Her hair was a fiery red. At a young age, she had grown wings. She flew everywhere she went. It was her favorite power, even out of all of her magics. Her sister was terribly jealous.

Blackfire, as it were, had no dragon blood at all. No magic, no wings, no perfect hair. She had to use special items to make up for skills, much like Stone's arm. She paid a man named Slade to come and take care of this nuisance for her. This is where our story begins…

Well…there you have it. How does it sound? I really hope I get reviews…please?