Chapter 1: The Quest begins

Hundreds of years passed and the kingdom was in chaos. Ever since that final battle, warlords have been fighting amongst themselves for power over. Poverty was everywhere and the problems were becoming too much to handle.

Well, I, Morden, warlord of the western, will stop this violence. I consulted my trusted sorcerer- a Dragonborn named Raarg- and asked him, "How can I win?"

He replied with, "Only the heir to the throne can restore order."

"Who is this heir to the throne?" I asked.

"I don't know much about this subject, but there is someone who knows more than I do."

"Who's that?" I asked.

"That half elf thief. Brom, I think his name is."

Brom's POV

The guards pushed me into the warlord's room.

"What do you want, warlord?" I asked the very muscular man standing before me.

"Brom," Morden said, turning to me, "I was wondering if you could tell me about the heir to the throne."

I stopped. I knew what he was talking about.

"I'll tell you all about it, but you must give me my amulet."

"Your amulet?" Morden laughed.

"Yes, that amulet you're wearing is mine. It's the only thing that ever belonged to me."

Morden kept laughing. "Yeah right. You probably stole this from that rich guy down the street."

What's so special about that amulet? Well, I've had it for as long as I can remember. Guess I'm a little attached to it. There are strange markings on it-runes I guess-but I can't decode them.

"That amulet does belong to me." I said.

"No it does not. Now tell me about the heir."

"I aint telling you anything if don't give me my amulet," I said.

"Sire," Raarg said, "I think we should probably give him the amulet. It's the only way we can get him to speak."

Morden turned to Raarg and said, "Do a test and see if it is really his."

Raarg took the amulet and closed his eyes. After 5 minutes, he said, "Brom is telling the truth. The amulet is indeed his." He then looked at it and his eyes widened.

"You know what the runes say?" I asked.

"Indeed. I do." Raarg said. "But translating them will come another time."

"Give him the amulet already," Morden said. Raarg threw the necklace through the air and I caught it with a swift motion of my hand. I put it around my neck.

"Now tell me about the heir."

"Well," I said, recalling the gossip I heard in the bar, "About 4000 years ago, King Greg VI and Queen Isabel had a daughter. When Greg VII disappeared during the Battle of Craves North, the infant did not vanish with them. However, six months after the battle, she vanished and no one ever saw her again. It was believed she was kidnapped by Perten, who was her regent. Where he took her is a mystery. Wherever he went, it was obvious he wanted her dead. After she disappeared, he claimed the throne. Shortly after this, there was a revolt led by a group of friends who overthrew and executed him. Then there was an argument between the friends and this started the conflict that lasts to this day. It is believed that the conflict won't end until the true heir is returned to her throne."

"We must search for this heir," Morden said. "In any case, Brom, we're taking you with us. Raarg, fetch Gorvez and Felix. All 5 of us are going on a journey."

"What?" I shouted. I was going to draw my dagger- which I "borrowed" from a sword merchant- but the guards around the room pointed their spears at me to convince me otherwise.

Morden smiled as he said, "Now, Brom, do you honestly think you could assassinate me and get away with it?"

I let go of my dagger's hilt and said, "You are nothing more than a coward. You cower behind your guards whenever trouble hits. You've been afraid of the other warlords and the Freedom Guards for as long as you have been warlord of the Western Kingdom."

Morden slapped me across the face and I fell to the floor. I caught myself and pulled myself up. I faced Morden and stared into his aged eyes with anger. "You son of a bitch." I said, "The rebels on the streets in your kingdom are growing stronger from the injustice you have shown them. I mean, seriously, when you put heavy, unjust laws on us, do you honestly think we'll just keep kissing your ass? If so, you have proven yourself to be deranged. Through propaganda, you said people like me- half Humans and non-Humans-were evil and we were the true threat of your kingdom. There is only one evil and true threat to this kingdom and that evil and threat is you. The more you persecute, the more resistance will grow. Your time is at an end."

There was a knock on the door. Raarg came in, followed by Felix- a young knight who fought with a crossbow that shot repeated bolts. He had a cropped head of blond hair and his eyes were war-ready due to the many battles he had been in. Following Felix was a Dragonborn Paladin named Gorvez. Now, I don't really know Gorvez that well, but I hear he's Mordens personal guard- or thug, as some rebels called him. He was young and muscular and he stood taller than me (I'm six foot six, in case you didn't know). His rank may be Holy Warrior, but I know for a fact that Morden is using him for purposes that are not quite what Amander wants us to do.

Gorvez regarded me for a moment and I thought I saw the look of regret in his eyes. Then it struck me that he was forced to work for Morden.

"Brom, here's another reason I'm taking you with us: You may tell us who the leader of the Freedom Guards are." Morden mused.

"I'm not telling you anything!" I said. I was a loyal troop in the Freedom Guards- a rebellion against Morden. And I sure as hell wasn't gonna give him the identity of the FG leader.

Morden growled and started to drag me away, followed by Raarg, Felix, and Gorvez. I guess this means that the adventure is starting.