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The Saint .. Torvald

DENTCH

I was born in a remote village in the forest in the Great Valley, three days' walk from the slopes of Goeth. My family lived like other families in our village, eating what he was giving the forest, game and wild fruits. We had our gardens that gave us all that the forest could not give. It was the custom in our group that the smartest guys to become more agile or village guards. For this reason the age of ten years, were expelled from their homes deserve to go to train in the forest, our Silent Master.

Those who had a marked predilection for the isolation or the forces of nature, those who rejoiced in the storm and rain were sent by the most wise and old masters. instruct them in the magical arts. When they returned to the village as they were processed, quiet and powerful, often accompanied by wolves or bears, which seemed to be their friends. For all other career prospects are expected to less noble and educated: they could become the best hunters of the village, always ready to hit the shadow enemies attacked us, giving us plenty to eat and to safeguard our borders. These were experienced soldiers, unaccustomed to wildlife and isolation, their fighting style was varied and changing those that were strong and powerful they threw themselves into the fray with two knives in his hands, with no other protection than a light leather armor they form a whirling their blades in a riot of colors and swirls of death. But those who preferred a good view rather than a strong arm embracing the many techniques of shooting from a distance, excelling in archery. The best our fighters used in battle by throwing down with one shot up to four arrows. They were so fast that the eye could hardly follow their movements.

The boys of my age who were expelled from the family had to train in five. Two of them, including a young man, to whom I was deeply in love, moved away into the woods to make the long journey that would teach them the techniques of magic, control of animals and love for the forest. Of the other three, two were twins, my neighbors, with long red hair that distinguished them from all others because they were the only ones with hair that color. The third was I. We
into the woods, to pursue our masters, who would have made us the mighty warriors. Once achieved, after a grueling two-day march began our training on track to become one with the forest, to fight barehanded with wolves and bears. Often we were fighting among us, armed only with sticks, ready to face as he was leaving of our own lives. With our teachers learn respect for everything that is natural for the fire and water, wind, rain and snow.
Occasionally we met with our two comrades who left us to differentiate the values \u200b\u200bstudies. This changed as time passed: their eyes were ever more severe as the two wells which are reflected in the dark stars and spoke in riddles and trickery. We were conscious of their latent powers, but do not frighten us: we were all devoted to the protection of our land, the woods and nature. The only thing that differed was the way in which we express our devotion to the cause.
My relationship with Evelyn proceeded slowly, thanks to the distance between us. We both love each other and as we grow our feelings and our needs grew matured. Often she was able to convince the birds to deliver messages of love, to which I replied full of ardor and passion.
least twice a year we came home, for see our relatives and our families grow and age. My brothers had become skilled craftsmen or skilled hunters. My sisters were beginning to grow and laugh behind the men, stunned by their muscles.

age 17, after seven long years of training, our education could be complete, we were able, strong and young, who could stop us? We returned all five of the village, me and Evelyn hand in hand, ready to ask our parents who blessed our union. Unfortunately, three kilometers from the village we found strange tracks on the ground: it seemed that a dozen people, had crossed the heavily armed forest in the direction of our village. From shape of the footprints of their depth and thought that they belonged to a mixed group of men and orcs, one of such many bands of robbers and cutthroats that plagued the region.

We ran to the village, on foot, some on the back of a wolf, but the traces left no doubt that the robbers were headed in our homes. About a kilometer from the village was a strong smell of smoke, fire. Once you reach the clearing that housed our homes discovered the tragedy that had struck us: all the houses burned, all the animals escaped, all of our loved ones killed. We found nothing alive, our families were destroyed, our culture apart, our hearts have been stolen or broken.
hatred overwhelmed us. We decided, in the heat of youth to attack the group of robbers who had dared so much against us. We followed their tracks for three days before arriving at their camp, without food or drink, driven only by hatred and revenge. We stopped them outside of their camp.
We tried to find a plan of action that could give us a little edge. We were few but we fought in our woods in the hills, to avenge our family. Of course, we could direct us to Goethe, where we would have obtained the help of the powerful barbarian tribes of the mountain, or we could push to the south, where we found the elves, sworn enemies of the orcs. But this was something they had to do alone, we had to avenge our families without the help of anyone, if it kills me. Evelin
looked for what could be the last time I tried to look in a concentrate all my love for her, everything that I was never able to tell you, all my passion and my promise to bring it out from there, whatever the cost. She looked at me with the same intensity, the right hand dipped in thick fur of his wolf, watching the horizon, aware of the danger we were running. He was also like us, a predator on the hunt, ready to tear the prey, to kill those who hurt Evelin Havana, to our village.
I appostai on top of a tree, with my trusty bow at your fingertips. I saw my friends lurking in the forest below, pulling out swords and daggers, evoking ancient powers and gnarled walking sticks, grinding his teeth and fangs. At a signal agreed I should kill a man in the camp, causing panic.
As it was almost sunset, all the robbers had gathered around the fire, ready to eat food that had been stolen. Incoccai not one, but two arrows on my bow, I asked the spirits to guide my eye and took aim. I decided to hit their head, a filthy ogre more than two meters high, whose stench came up to us. I aimed for a long time and when I was sure that I would never wrong scoccai not two, but four arrows in rapid succession, screaming out loud at my hatred for them.
Skill or luck to all my arrows hit the target, pulling in the chest and throat of the beast, which fell lifeless in the flames of the bonfire. Soon after I saw Evelin
launch of fireballs in the camp, hitting the faces of two men who stood up with swords in hand.
Then it was the end of the world: blow by blow, biting teeth tooth and nail: the blood flowed copiously on swords and bodies. After an eternity of time the fight came to a dead end: on the one hand the bandits, cut in half our shots. On the other we stayed in three after the fight: I still perched on the tree, hidden from view as he sowed my rain of death, Evelin, fair as the sun and disheveled as a wheat field, with his wolf side, panting and with bristling. At his side Janie, a friend of mine, armed with sword and dagger, with a nasty wound on his arm.
After a moment's pause, the bandits attacked us with a fury never seen before, hitting the ground all my friends together, like cowards. It killed three before they arrived with my Evelin impact, but after the melee was so fierce that I could not aim asenza fear of hitting a friend of mine.
The scene quieted down again. On the ground lay Janie and Evelyn both with his chest full of spears. Evelin! Evelin! She was dead and he would never smile again, never again I would say I love you, I never would have whispered in ear! Goodbye to her golden hair, her lips, her smile full of joy. I had robbed, kidnapped and destroyed and had to pay for this, people had to die and I had to do it.
tree and went down with a fury never seen before assaltai from only the three remaining bandits, armed only of my scimitar. After what seemed to me very soon they were lying dead on the battlefield and I was lying next to them, with a huge gash on his face, going from right temple to his left cheek, close to the eye.
I lay there for an indefinite time, hovering between life and death, when the corner of my eye I noticed a figure in the background. Evelyn was the wolf escaped from the pain of losing his companion, accompanied by a great figure cloaked in green, moving without a trace. That picked me up effortlessly and they fell into oblivion.
I woke up after three days, among the elves. I had saved my life. Thank goodness they had heard the cries of battle and had come to our aid. Not one of the bandits had survived, but the price paid was immense. In my village and I had survived just love imo, Evelin was dead and would never be returned.
Elves they provided to me for a while, then when I recovered completely and let them waved their camp, with the wolf of my beloved at my side, my new companion of adventures, which gave him the name of Evelyn. With her training in the woods and valleys and became a relentless hunter of bandits, orcs or men who were ready to defend the villages of the valley from their abuses.

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AYS: background

Ays thief ran away from home in 15 years to live an adventurous life: his family, in that distant and remote rural village, the days never spends. And most importantly, Ays did not intend to become a simple farmer like his parents, his many brothers, his uncles, his cousins, his grandparents, his ancestors ... Always, since I could remember, he knew that its existence was not tied to those vast and boundless fields, nor to his native land was devoted rather to explore of distant worlds and encounter with various creatures and unknowable for any villager. He was facing unimaginable challenges, such as, eg, robberies, chases, fights. Even growing up the vitality that had marked and made different from the other since childhood had been attenuated, indeed: Ays was more anxious every day and fights with her parents had become increasingly frequent.
The rumors about him in taverns by the country echoed to the evening market in the morning and had no more doubts: Ays was a thief. His ingenuity in preparing pitfalls, its ability to obtain secret information from others, his joy in overcoming obstacles and get around traps, its skill to avoid the dangers existing in games with other children in the nearby woods, looking furtive, stealthy step, rapid movements and quiet ... All these features are typical of the thieves seemed to loudly announce his future. The talk, however, bothered to Ays, as well as the endless nagging of parents and older siblings that not carrying out his duties in the house ever and was always around to disturb the public peace. And so the day of his fifteenth birthday, in the windy autumn morning, before the cock crow, Ays disappeared from the country without saying a word and without looking back: no one would miss. He had learned long ago to fend for itself and not to rely on his kind, especially when they, to redeem his indomitable character, had promised in marriage to an old carpenter from the nearby village. Anger at the injustice that was being weakened, however, had to make room for cunning, intelligence and calm in order to develop an alternative plan. There had been a long time to plan everything in detail: in his backpack, leather as well as some food and the usual strings, burglary tools and hooks, who had learned to use before you begin to speak, had hidden a Ays old baton found in the basement and much of the money and the savings that her father kept hidden in the wood shelves in kitchen to the dowry of his marriage. After that, bundled up in some clothes stolen from his older brothers and wrapped in a cloak to disguise better, the girl ran to the stables and it was appropriate unceremoniously the fastest horse on the farm: the sun had not risen at all that Ays as a piece of shrapnel had gone through all the villages in the area and was sent up into the hills, through the woods. The map that was able to get was not the best and the path was far from easy, but for the moment, it mattered little. It was crucial, in fact, lose his tracks forever and set in those first hours of flight possible more miles between you and the country. If it were necessary, would change the name and would even passed off as a man.
Ays was never able to say how many days he rode up and traveled continuously, preferring forests and avoiding known routes and roads have fallen into disuse: the hours you gave off were few and, even in those moments, slept badly and his sleep was restless . Do not ever stayed in inns, or stopped to talk to anyone, except to buy food. He stopped only when he realized he had reached a town very far from his house, mountains, lakes, rivers, forests and plains were now a thing of the past. Now, there was the sea to dominate the landscape, the beach, harbor, fishing boats and sordid ways in which smell lingered fish. Ays slowed his horse and began roaming the city, which grew larger as it went on: the language spoken was not familiar, but this is not pulled down in the dumps. He saw people dressed in luxurious clothes and walked to the tree-lined avenues, champions in their armor gleaming, beautiful ladies from hairstyles sublime, well-behaved children who were playing in the gardens with marbles. Apparently, craftsmen, carpenters, fishermen, weavers and workers lived in the lower part of the city and that part where she was definitely the richest area: the roofs of the houses could be seen painted ones that had to be one of the pinnacles Gothic castle. Ays could be mistaken for one of those girls with those beautiful clothes orange and red if it were not for his clothes, his boots and his clothes from the trip, things for which was now singled out by all passers-fearing, women began aside to let her go and the men looked at her with wide eyes, not understanding what he was doing a traveler battered and covered with dust in those parts on a horse black as night. Ays sniffed the danger and decided to change direction as quickly as possible, but the group was already approaching the Paladins with inquisitively, the hands of some else already put on their swords in the scabbard. She immediately noticed the golden threads that draped their garments and stones that adorned their arms and wondered if anything would be able to become proficient as a knight in combat and to finally be respected and not denigrated for what it was.
The meeting with her future teacher was very quick and sudden: Ays almost did not notice being dragged off his horse and to be carried inland by a suddenly dark, dark presence at his side, which seemed to rise from the ground the speed with which he ran. For the blast and the vortex of confused and overlapping images that you appeared before him (the wealthy first, alleys filled with stray cats and older), Ays lost consciousness. He awoke in a small room where the light filtered and badly, disturbed the creak of a knife on a grindstone and a few muffled voices in a few rooms away. Was surprised to see the man next to her who had brought her out of the way and his horse, but even more surprised to hear that he spoke the same language. For a moment, had the fear of falling into the hands of a bloodhound sguinzagliatole behind by her father and instinctively sought his backpack. He only calmed down when it was explained that this is the secret hideout of the thieves' guild and be saved from the clutches of the champions only because the man, thief, was nearby and had recognized in his eyes a spark that distinguishes all his colleagues. After hearing his story, he suggested to stay in the Thieves' Guild to be trained and to become his pupil: it happens, he just needed someone agile and clever as she's covering her shoulders, a kind of guard who had the task of learning the ropes. There were many other young students in the basement of the association who followed their teachers remained in the thieves den, or to support them in their missions. She was explained that the guild was an organization of which citizens and lords of the city were not to be aware, though they suspected the existence of a "school" and a circle of thieves. Finding no alternative, Ays agreed, and soon, thanks to the training and the fees that the master entrusted from time to time the most risky and complex, it became one of the best apprentices thieves: his training, however, took place in and around the city, did not take place in the wilderness ever since the teacher was aware of Ays that was on the run and was hiding from his people. In any case, the teacher was convinced that the girl without, apparently, a bit of fear, was now able to defend themselves and evaporate in the blink of an eye, if she were in difficulty, but, like all teachers, took care not to tell him. During the three and a half years in which Ays learned and gained experience in the field, the teacher became attached to his protected and realized I did the right thing the day had taken off from the clutches of paladins and knights at the time, the girl was so ready to become a thief, but if it had fallen into the hands of the Paladins, they would have reduced home immediately without have it run, once discovered the truth.
Now Ays had grown, and even if his physique gave him a fine not see, had become a woman in all respects and prepared to be officially accepted into the guild of thieves, a fundamental and decisive step for its future . In addition to putting aside bit by bit during those years, the initial equipment and to have demonstrated compliance with obedience to the master, Ays did not believe in any god and did not follow any ideals: his willingness to move forward was ruled merely by the opportunity. But the young thief was not the only one to be opportunistic in fact, when the teacher the opportunity arose to embark on an adventure that would have earned a lot of money, certainly not refuse and left forever, forgetting Ays of his training, of those years, his next promotion to a thief in all respects. If he could, Ays would follow and would go with him: his sudden departure a few days before the ceremony, so important to her, broke her heart. The teacher was not only a father figure to her, or just a teacher: over time, the feeling of admiration and esteem that Ays felt for him from day one had been transformed. Was enough for her to stay beside him as traveling companion to be really happy, thinking no more. Instead, the teacher had gone without her, he had abandoned and left to itself.
That posting was too sharp for Ays: he felt betrayed and taken around the time spent there, in what he had learned to call home, among people like her. Surfaced again and with an unknown force that rage that made her flee his country, leaving everything: Ays did not think twice, knowing he does not need to be part of a group of thieves to be protected and to feel somebody , cut the rope with its basic equipment and his few belongings the night before the big event. To avoid recognition, he cut her long black hair, who always flaunted proudly, giving her face sharpened to a different expression. With her hair so short and tousled and his eyes darted uneasily blacks that the minimum squeak behind him, was unrecognizable Ays for members of the guild. It was not necessary to be bound by the laws and rules of the guild of thieves, with their rituals, their gods, their customs: that the sect was narrow and had given all he could give a free and independent spirit as the her. If she had stayed, the guild would have poisoned her and she would dead even before they begin to live.
must not stop, though, and this time it was running away from a bunch of simple-minded countrymen: he was in hot pursuit of the robbers, who were chased until they were found. And the consequences, then, were the worst: Ays shivering had heard the cries that came from the dungeons of the mouths of traitors tortured to death.
After that Ays had finally lost confidence in his fellow men, especially thieves, and had very clear what to do with his life: there were many groups of adventurers, he would have found one and would be playing with new teammates to new missions. Again on the run, once again leading the race through forests, caves, tunnels extinct volcanoes: soon to come to the point of departure.

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The Return of Last Hero .. Dentch

Given the almost the end of our journey and the fact that NOBODY and I repeat no one has done the last Pov (very badly, the next campaign will be stramegaipersuperobbligatorio!) With the publication of Bg.

start with some excerpts of what MK;)

The child, when born, was given a fancy name for those who could read the source: "light from the mountain" could be the meaning according to the same ancient language Goeh'yama which is the name of the mountain above the village of Doun'vik.
In the region of Doune, in the "vik" or his own village largest, this baby was born in the first hour of the first sunny day after 5 weeks of ice and snow storms. It was the winter more rigid than ever living memory recall, and people enjoy in this land of great strength and no small waves. It was dawn and the sun unexpectedly intense lighting is the opposite side to Goeh'yama, emerging vertically from the great chasm that divides the slowly south of the great mountain. As soon as the room warms `rays enter through the small windows left vacated by snow and heavy curtains of the private, the mother gift is his life to this little child of the woods.
On the floor, on the skin and between the covers just before where the woman waited languishing and groaning, lying by only a small frugoletto, covered in blood, soil and leaves already dried. Thus I
born children of the Druids, although this particular still possessed a father, a man from the village, which until its very last breath I love `the woman never knew the age but with whom he shared love, happiness is an only child. `He was not surprised when her hair between her fingers that until just before he was stroking became as thin ferns, faded and then turned into powder when the child uttered her first cry. Moved
, sad and happy, his son `clean with his own tears, put two of dried leaves in her little arms and slender waist and drew him` the great wolf lying in the `little more on floor beside his only son that she gave birth that day. Finally, I call `the two infants according to the teachings that his girlfriend had shared with him:" light from the mountain "and" young wolves ".
Caljyama Doun'Hik. Usually they call Cal'nj Hik, Cal's essay in the valley, but more often Cal'manj, the mad Cal.

In the dialect of the valley, apostrophizes-literally-every person with the most marked characteristic, in its wisdom Caliyama ('nj) or absence (' Manji) although you should laugh or be insulted. But it was undoubtedly the knowledge that the young son of a druid had on plants, shrubs, berries, solar and lunar cycles, weather, growth plants and animals, rivers and hardness of ice, compact snow, rock strength, durability 'of a cave, age of trees and shrubs, `fertility of the land, the purity of silt and nutrients of the ashes, all inherited by his father, but according to a tradition far more ancient. Bugbear of

were enraged to kill a single parent: a group of madmen from the town to the south wanted more even split the large mountains just to get the most amount of mithril possible operation in which the village is obviously opposed. It was so `that the" citizens "stirred up bugbears of many tribes to turn against vik and usurp control of the mines also not sure of the` diverted to these creatures, also paid mercenaries who thought it best to bring along some kobolds and some goblins.
That which was excited in those days is remembered in the annals preserved in the "public room" of the library from the old Doqeon, master of the village, as the nights of the claw and arrows ", the village was attacked for 10 consecutive nights, using the weariness of the population, the fine view of the bugbears, goblins and the aims of the contempt for the lives of mercenaries. During the first sunset of the seventh night, Cal and his father's hut located far outside the town, was hit by one of the bestial tribes, and the man was still preparing to go down to the village premature and was overwhelmed by the arrival of the enemy. Lot `,` all right if lot. And he was also the better of the two explorers, but in spite of his temper and his desire for life, never reached more Vivio the village.
Three days later it turned her son, still young Caliyama, together with the army more strange that the village would never have imagined: the lightning from the sky illuminate that last night as the day of his birth and the soil itself seemed had inspired so many snakes, squirrels, mice and kept himself from the smallest creatures of Mother Earth to revolt against the usurpers. Birds of all sizes in flight clutching arrows and bows snatched the goblin. It was a night with the breath of the breeze and glorious dawn of the battle and all traces of the enemy `vanished among the trees and fractures of rocks.
The day of mourning was born soon after: the graves were dug, friends and relatives killed lying in them, and finally buried in the ground clear of Doune.
Caliyama was not in the country at that time. It was much more high above his cabin ransacked, at the foot of a cliff, his hands ragged and dirty the ground with his brother wolves had dug to bury his father. Last two tears fell on his face torn man before covering it completely. I entrust it to the `common genetrice and smiled sadly as she saw him at last with his beloved wife died many years ago.
Uyon'su Everyone knew, the young wolf Caliyama. Everyone knew
Caliyama.
But everyone ignored what happened in the days before the "Battle of the earth and light." The young
Caliyama seeking help from the `men who refused him, and the forest. Druids were the same to be found the sixth night after his departure, his face sad, but joyous eyes. They told him just as death is the largest wealth of the earth, the birth of its most powerful weapon. The young boy `intimately decode words and big tears flooded the eyes, cheeks and rigarono wet hands.
`It was then that I participate in the first ritual: the death and birth ... of a flower, which lengthens ` winding from the ground and bloom in a few 'twinkling of an eye, a corolla dark like the eyes of a man of Doune, and ruffled petals and clear as the skin of an adult who has always lived in the mountains. Shaking the hands of two creatures dressed in leaves and bark, was welcomed into the circle of Druidic order to share in Doune and early `secrets.

Volle, Because, always live in the hut where he was born and buried near where his father `. Never alone, always together with his brother, a young wolf yet of his own age. She cared for many years in the valley, mountains and people who lived or passed through that land. Discover
`` many things beyond the great mountain, past the step of Goeh, rough and cold in the highlands where proud clan of dwarves and men for generations were put to the test with the harshness of rock `. Unless

`Doun'vik again from the dead more complete than it consumes every living thing inside, and sucking the life scatter.
water is the spirit,
Vena narrow riverbed,
meat as Silver.
Death is burning the wicked intent.
The "dead burning" is almost blows consumption is the village in a couple of weeks if the Druids did not mandate Cal'nj and a select group of adventurers to find and eradicate the source.
Everything happened towards the end of a winter three years ago, when the days get brighter and cold air dries everything and you dry lips in a flash: witches, reanimated corpses, disfigured and deformed animals and a voice ... shrill, unnatural, like blood squeezed through the cracks of a rock, as compressed and life crumbled under the pressure of a spring. Three large scars on his left arm is all that is that now remains of that history, the mines were cleared and reopened, the village cared for and restored.
But then, his name still Cal'nj from one return to become more and more often Cal'manj, and the crowds Caliyama recommenced to live apart, maintain its plants and its animals, to share the cold and thirst with his brother wolf.