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Vesh awoke to a cold grey morning with the smell of rain in the air. He stumbled out of bed and began to get dressed. The dream from the night before swirled around in his head. The destruction. The deaths. The loss. It had been 17 years since the destruction of Blackrock. It had been 17 years since that care free boy's life had been turned upside down and he was forced on a two week trek across the wilderness of Albion looking for "The Guild"
After two weeks Vesh had emerged from the woods and into Darkwood. He had been cut and bruised from top to bottom and was on the verge of starvation. A trader on his way to Barrow fields saw the boy laying unconscious and he carried him to Barrow fields where he was fed and rested and given new clothes. After a couple of days Vesh asked one of the traders about "The Guild" and they said the only guild in Albion was The Hero's Guild. The trader offered to take him there since he was headed that way anyways.
Vesh finished getting dressed and grabbed his sword as he headed down to the mess hall for breakfast.
When he and the trader arrived at The Hero's Guild Vesh was quickly taken in by the Guild Master who had looked like he was in his mid twenties and had a head of thick brown hair. Vesh had began his hero's training a week later to give his wound time to fully heal. 17 years later Vesh was a graduate and an already well renowned hero who's devotion to Avo had already earned the title of Paladin. Vesh continued to live at the guild to study about The Old Kingdom, which interested him very much.
Vesh sat at a table eating a plate of pancakes and drinking a goblet of beer. Scythe entered the mess hall and was greeted with cheers and applauds. Even though he was in his late sixties Scythe was still a very capable hero.
"Ah Vesh I've been looking for you," said Scythe
"Hello Scythe how can I help you?" replied Vesh finishing his pancakes and standing up.
"I've been given a quest that I thought you would be interested in. As you know there are well over a dozen bandit factions here in Albion and it seems several of the factions have been meeting in some ruins of The Old Kingdom near Witchwood. I thought you would like to come and study these ruins once we've cleaned them out."
"Yes I'll go. Is it going to be only us?
Yes. Is that a problem?" asked Scythe.
"No, no. It's not a problem. We leave now?"
"Yes. Let's go. I'll explain what exactly we're doing once we get there."
In Witchwood a deer jumps and runs off into the woods at the sight of two men appearing in a flash of white light on the ancient cullis gate. The two hero's step off the gate and begin towards the woods.
"We'll have to get them from the woods. They're defenses will be probably be less fortified in the woods." said Scythe.
"Okay so what exactly are we doing?"
"It's simple. Kill the leaders of each bandit faction present and find out why they're so interested in these ruins."
"To get to the leaders we'll have to kill every bandit there." said Vesh.
"If it needs to come to that it will otherwise we're going to try to be as non discreet as possible"
They we're now in the woods and had lost sight of the road. Vesh decided to trust Scythe with a plan and was now focusing on not getting lost in the very thick forest. There were a couple of large stone blocks and fallen columns here and there. Up ahead there was a bandit looking around before setting down his sword and begin peeing on a tree.
Scythe created a small fireball and took careful aim before hurling it at the bandits head killing him instantly.
"Go take his clothes." said Scythe.
Vesh did as he was told and when he was changed Scythe walked up to him.
"What about you?" said Vesh, "How are you going to get into the camp?"
"A disguise would be pointless. I'm too old to "be" a bandit." said Scythe, "Don't worry though I've got a plan.
Okay second chapter is done. I'm trying to build up some suspense. Please review I have no idea whether or not this is good.