“A warrior is brave for wielding a sword and shield, he is even braver when he lays them down to wield a sickle and a plow. A farmer reaps only that which he himself hath sown, a warrior reaps the work of the land and of life. When a life is taken, it adds weight to your soul, and you sink to the bottom, deeper into the flames, never able to climb higher.”

--Annor the Pyratic, First Year of the First Era

A tale of old, long passed down by the denizens of this city. A tale of a man, risen from the ashes of his city, to take vengeance on those who slaughtered his people, and his family. He was their greatest warrior, and he was the orcs most feared enemy. He is only known now as the Wyrm King, and this will be his story. It begins with a wizard, one of only a few in the land. This wizard was known by many and nearly all in the land. This wizard was none other than Kaaltric the Wandering. Throughout his many adventures and findings it was he who uncovered this tale, and he is the only one who knows the fate of the Wyrm King, which he learned from his father and his father before him, both Wizards before him as well. Kaaltric chooses very carefully whom he tells the story to, as there are always enemies, ones who thirst for power. You have been one of those chosen, you have earned, by the grace of Kaaltric, to learn the fate of the Wyrm King. It began as thus.....

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In ages long since past there was a warrior of the early tribes of men, the first of the race to inhabit this land their origins still squabled amongst today. A single tribe outshone all the others, a tribe whose name is the same as this cities, Haafstar. This city was their city, although they called it another name once their fall had arisen, brought by the orcs of the East and hundreds of years later this city was found, and a story was told. A story of a single warrior, their greatest warrior whose name is lost just as the rest of the tribe. This man was a very strong and not to be messed with, if there was one thing he was good at, it was ending another’s life. This warrior had seen over his life more blood and death than anyone ever should, and he had become sick of it. One day he cast down his sword and shield and picked up a hammer, and a sickle. He turned away from the warriors life to become a farmer. And this is where our story begins.