Three years, three years since I've been in my home of Yeshir. I now had to ride there, for a war had just broken out, and I would protect my home. My people are a proud and deserving race, but our power has made us cold. I no longer support the slavery that Yeshir, and to extension the Basetion race are built upon. I would most likely fight in this war, but for coin, and to any side that could pay enough.
CRAACK!!!
"The hell." What was that, I sniffed the air, there was a scent, and it smelt foul, and unnerving. It must have been a troll, as I was leaps away from any Unwanted, I got off my horse, and prepared my blade. If this bastard wanted a battle, then by all means I would give it to him.
"Come out and show yourself!" I screamed, no response. "I won't ask aga-" that was all I could say, as the wind was knocked out of me. I flew into a tree, as my vision was blurred. I looked and saw that my attacker was a Orc.
"You must pay a fee to pass"
"I am of Basetion blood, I will pay no fee."
"Then die!" He screamed, charging head first. I dodged just in time, as I heated his head make contact with the wood, he screamed in pain. I readied my sword and shield, this would not be a easy battle.