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Hey guys! I was working on the backgroundstory of my character recently and I'm proud to present you here chapter one of the story: The Legend Begins... It was a foggy day, Ragnar couldn't even see his hand before his face. Nothing. Just grey, everywhere. What should they do? The sentinel was useless. If they were attacked on the other side of the village, they wouldn't even see it. Suddenly, Ragnars friend, the well known Olaf with his two golden braids heard a little noise. It sounded scary. First there was only a small smack, than one more, even one more, until he couldn't count it. A short cry of a woman. Then he heard a kid whining. He run out of the house... BONG! He just hit the fence of the deer farm. At least Olaf knew, where he was. He managed to stumble to the house of his friend, Ragnar. Now they already were two to face the ennemy somewhere around there. After a short time, they were an army of 5 men, who all served the Jarl. The fog cleared up. There was a lady lying on the ground. Ragnar run to her, she was his neighbor for a long time. He couldn't feel a pulse. He now saw them: A huge and hungry horde of Trolls, trolling the poor people who lived in the villages in the mountains and who didn't have an enough good defence. They also noticed him. He run back to his comrade in arms, warning them. And then, the attack already came. It wasn't a battle, it was a massacre. A Troll run against Ragnar, he tried to defend his attack with his sword, but the strenght of his ennemy was to big. BONG! He just hit him in the face. Ragnar fell to the ground. Then, the last thing he saw was how his best friend, Olaf was killed by a bunch of hungry monsters. Then everything became black... Ragnar awake. He was in a house he has never been before. But the much more important thing: There was a beautiful woman he has never seen before. Ragnar: "Good Lady, where are we and who are you?" Elsa: "We're in my house, it's a little bit afield from your village. Oh, and please, just call me Elsa." Ragnar: "How the heck did I got here, in the house of such a young lovely woman? Elsa: "That's quite a long story... Two days ago, the village was attacked by a plundering horde of Trolls. They killed everyone they found. I didn't remarked anything of this attack, until I went to there to go shopping . I came to the village, houses were burned, lichs of soldiers lay around everywhere and it stunk like the pest . I found you, as the only surving of the attack. you were already there for 2 days, aswoon, halfway frozen. I took you with me and now you are here." Ragnar: "Also, I'm hungry... Get back to the kitchen!" Elsa: "Hey, you're now in my house and I rule in here and you do what I say, just that this is clear!" Ragnar: "Why are you so agressive against me? It was just a joke, not meant to be insulting. Elsa: "I'm sorry... I don't know, maybe I'm a little bit agressive because of my husband." Ragnar: "So you're married? Elsa: "I was married. My husband was in the village while the attack... Now he's dead. I don't know if I should mourn him or be happy that he died... I actually never loved him, my father forced me to marry him. I'd propose that you get out of the bed now and that we leave this house, I always have bad memories when I'm in here, so I'd like to get away from this place. The Trolls won't need a long time until they arrive here, they will smell us so we better flee to another location. A good friend of me, a mage, lives in the mountains. I'm sure he'd offer us his hospitality, if we make it to there. So Ragnar got out of the bed, dressed and fully armed. Ragnar: "Wait! You don't look like an usual woman, so who are you?" Elsa: "I'm Elsa, traveller in the high mitgardian mountains. It's my business to kill Trolls, Outlaws and other uncool guys. Now let's leave!" After some hours walking... Ragnar: "Look, there's a door in the mountain! Is this the home of your friend?" Elsa: "Yes it is. Also, before we go in there, I have to say that he hates the Jarl, so he might not be happy to see you... Pay attention that his guard don't behead you, he's pretty agressive." Ragnar: "I'm a guard of the Jarl, I know how to defend myself!" Elsa: "His guard isn't one of this weak Trolls, he's one of the best Berserk in the whole country. You're not able to drow aside his hits, he's too fast and if he hit you, you're dead." Ragnar: "Don't worry too much, we'll just walk in and talk some words with them and everything will be ok." Erik, the guard: "Aaarrrg!" He lunged at them and made the Elsa's dog, Mopsen, a head shorter. "I hate dogs!" Meldun, the mage: "Stop it, Erik! Elsa, I tought I'd never see you again. That must be the happiest day in my life!" Elsa: "Daddy!" She run right in his arms. Ragnar: "Nice to meet you, Mister..." Meldun: "My name is Meldun." Erik: "Sorry bro, about what happened before. I didn't know you were a friend." Elsa: "Dad, we need your help. Trolls are plundering the villages around here, but were only two and can't force them together, but if you and Erik would join us, we would be enough to save a lot of people." To be continued...
