It is many months after the ceremony where you have received your items that mark you a warrior,....and make you what you are. As you started out slowly, getting your skills up to the par you knew you would need, the world is not a good place, and the spread of evil is over the lands outside. Farther than you were taught, you find out first hand evil comes in many different forms.

As you go from adventure to adventure.....you are now in a small, well formed, tho battered adventure group of three surviving peoples of the realms. The group use to have a cleric, but he was just recently killed,....and with no way to resurrect him, you had to bury his corpse, and hope for the best. With the group now including you, and the wizard John the Gray, with the Scout Stephen the Young, you are trying to make it back to safety. But with the orc party that had ambushed your group hot on your trail,.....you were doubtful that you would escape their wrath, and live to tell the tale.

Stephen held up his hand as a silent way to stop you two,....but then he fell with a silent scream still in his throat as the protruding arrow through his neck killed him instantly,....The wizard took one horrified look at the fallen scout, made a frantic, whispered gesture with his hands and promptly disappeared. All you hear in your startled, canted, elvish ears is his sorry words...

"Sorry,....you are on your own!"

In turn, you say...."You bastard!," but it is to empty air....and the wind.

You have yourself in a defensive position, your worn sword out in front, your shield protecting your side,...when in walks the many orcs that are now surrounding you,.....and the now dead Scout Stephen. To make sure the human was dead, an uncaring orc gleefully stabbed the corpse once again, before hacking off the head with a laugh.....

By this time,.....the leader is before you, smugly look you up and down. With a laugh he gives his troops a say.....

"Well, boys....what do we do with this elf wench?"


What next?