A man with a majestic aura gazed outward from his tower, below the balcony laid a massive planet for which he was in charge of. A second man comes storming in wearing mainly black with a cape flowing behind him. "Hahahaha I've done it, I have found a way to best you old man" The man who was gazing out over his balcony sighed, "God of Chaos, Balor to what do I owe the...pleasure? What did you best me in?

"Thirn, you're the God of Order, its only proper I try to counter you."

"Balor what did you do?!"

"Nothing much, just manifested some things into the world to make it less boring. Oh yea! I added some players too."

"Its against the rules to directly affect what happens in the world!"

Balor just shrugged at him and casually strolled out of the observatory. Thyrn's mind began to race, what could this crazed god have added to the world. He would have to now collude with another god to counter him, he had to be the balance that was now thrown completely out of whack. He rushed away from his balcony and headed to another area where a goddess was tinkering on some project that went over his own head.

Thyrn stormed into a workshop of one of the more trusted gods in his faction," Vitrus! I need your help. Balor sent some things into the world we have to find a way to counter it! I'm not sure what he did but he broke our rules. I need to you do something you're the Goddess of Victory and we cant have him win! Vitrus closed her eyes with resignation," I was working on another project, but I can inject an item that'll nurture a champion, I just won't know when that champion will be found. This will also prevent us from interfering too heavily in the world, a grey area if you will."

Thyrn nodded, Vitrus then rose to her feet and made her way to the balcony. Raising one hand, a bright light began to envelope her palm as it was launched somewhere into the world. "Now we can only wait," said Vitrus.

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Soren slowly opens his eyes and stretches despite his protesting muscles, spinning his body he plants both feet on the cold wood of his single studio style home, though to others it'd appear to be no more than a shack. He dragged his feet to the window gazing out at the view. The view was his favorite part, on the outskirts of town just shy of the forest line he could gaze out at the sky, watching it gradually illuminate as the sun started to rise. "Sigh," he exhaled, as he tip- toed through the house to his little brother Ness sleeping on the only bed in the house. "Ness, Ive gotta go on that job now see if you can't hunt a rabbit using the bow I taught you." "Soren!" griped Ness, " Can't I come?"

"Next time I promise" Soren replied.

Soren reached for his own bow and belted his knife before closing the door quietly behind him. He was tall for his age, lean and muscular, yet still hadn't come into an adult figure, he had sharp blue eyes and unkempt medium length brown hair.. At a leisurely pace he walked through the woods along a well known route to meet up with his party. "If I want hurting so badly for money I'd never go near these jerks," he chided himself as he angrily stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets. Soren's and Ness's parents were killed during a hunting expedition forcing Soren to provide for his eight year old brother even though he hasn't gone through his coming of age ceremony yet, which traditionally happens at your 15th year, which he eagerly awaited next year. "By the gods you're slow another few minutes and we would've left without you, " said Greg, a tall man that resembled a bear, arms as thick as Soren's legs and a beard that'd make a dwarf jealous.

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"Aren't I twenty minutes early?" questioned Soren.

"We changed the time, the early bird gets the worm ya know"

"Hurry up and pick up the gear we aren't payin' ya for your tongue and cheek boy" squeaked another man named James who strongly resembled a rodent. "Let's move it," chimed a third named Evan, a stout and pudgy man with a friar haircut dressed in emerald robes who was proficient with magic.

"No need to rush is there? its still a two day journey, why don't we..nevermind let's just get this over with," Soren said as he glanced downwards after receiving dirty glares from the rest of the group. He picked up the gear and followed through the woods for what seemed like several hours till they came to a deep ravine. As the group traveled through the woods they had only come into contact with normal animals, this was the least of their worries because although they could be dangerous, monsters are what rule the world. They had covered many miles throughout the day, and in the early afternoon James had landed a boar with a well placed arrow between its eyes. "Aight kid we need you to carry this till we camp tonight so we can all eat well. Be sure to not lag behind us," chided James. 'This thing looks like its at least 50lbs and you want me to hike through the jungle with it?' thought Soren. He snorted as he heaved the carcass up onto his shoulders, luckily the bag he was carrying for their loot was empty otherwise he would have difficulty moving with the added weight of the gear. After several hours they could see the shadows begin to litter the ground as twilight began to take hold. Greg called for a halt," Alright gents lets stop here for the night, kid get that fire going! Kid? Where the hell is that lazy bum?"

Soren was about a mile back panting, and dripping sweat. After another half an hour he finally was able to run into the others and he dropped the boar like a bag of bricks. Greg sneered, "Boy you've had your break now get some firewood so you can prep our dinner. You at least get the wood before dark. 'If I didn't need the money so badly I would of never done this shit,' Soren thought, but couldn't a look of disapproval on his face which he quickly hid.

Soren collected the firewood and Evan lit the flame in seconds using magic, he then began to skin and process the boar into stew as he served everyone their meals first. Exhausted he sat down to eat his own bowl when another interruption prevented him from taking a bite. "Seconds," spouted Greg, Soren got him seconds and again before he could get a bite of his own, Evan also chimed in, "Seconds."

This pattern happened a few times, but luckily there was too much food for them to eat all of it, but it wasn't until they were all full that he was able to grab two or three bowls for himself. He then buried the boars viscera and starved the flame to a low simmer before lying down for bed. He awoke at first dawn, cleaned the camp, wrapped some more of the boars meat, then continued on the trail for this new dungeon he was forced to listen about from the three stooges. They stopped around noon for lunch outside a giant ravine having more boar meat stew, then it was time to investigate the ravine itself. Greg began to grandstand, "All our hopes and dreams will be fulfilled after today gentlemen, so much so that even a couple gold here won't matter to us, now let's get down into the ravine," he smiled as a malicious glint could be seen in his eyes.