Thread: The Chaotic Throne

PRELUDE I remember in those days how everyone was on edge... I never paid attention to it back then because I thought it was people being supersitious, but now I realize that there was truth behind that fear. The rumors that reached us from Aden, the Elves and their nightmares and the Dwarves suddenly discovering more and more hidden ruins... It was the beggining of the end. Being a human is not an easy fate. Our bodies enter this world weak and shaky and we are forced to sit back and wait patiently until we are developed enough to begin the training that the Elves had taught us many years ago. Even then, the amount of limits we must overcome to advance in our schools of magic or fighting are way too numerous. There are those that argue that this is a benefit that allows us to learn more much more quickly, and that the fact that our overall abilities are well-rounded offers us the ability to progress as we see fit. I disagree. Without any particular talents we are left in the hands of hard work and effort if we wish to keep up with the other races that are blessed with more powerful gifts from the gods. The Elves had their strong bonds with magic and nature, the Dwarves had their ingenuity and business drive, the Orcs had their spirits and strength and the Dark Elves had their dark magic and ambitions. But what did we have? Every single thing we possessed had once belonged to another race including the parts of our body, according to some legends and only a selected few make it to the elite of this world. Still... If I wanted to get somewhere, I would have to stop whining about these things and keep going. My name is Hairo. Those that have seen and traveled the world describe me as a human fighter, something I have grown accustomed to over the years. It was not because of this, however, that I had dedicated my entire life to learning the art of fighting here in Talking Island. Every night, just before the sun came up, I would make my way to Cedric's Training on the far edges of the island to practice my skills with a sword and dagger. I would return only when the sun had set down once again, leaving me a scarce few hours to stroll along the beach and relax before ending the day in my small bed. Such a mundane routine was necessary to teach our limit body how to cope with it's existence and how to harden it and train it to make it more loyal to the mind. Luckily, I had no problems learning the basics and I was soon granted my first set of leathery armor and a weapon of my own to begin my adventures in the more dangerous parts of Talking Island. I remember leaving the Training Hall that day more sick of it than I had ever been before. I first decided to make my way to the village to gather some supplies and to sell what I had collected from my hunting which amounted to nearly nothing in the end. It was not my first time leaving the village in the opposite direction but this time I was armed and ready to fight, unlike before. The Orcs that had chased me to the village many times scattered across the green plains that led towards the forest and, eventually, the mountains where the infamous Elven Ruins were located. The truth was that I had plans to go into the ruins and see for myself what kind of dangers awaited all the adventures I had seen make their way there. It brought a grin to my lips to think I was finally one of them and that this was the first to my awaited dream of becoming the greatest and most powerful fighter known to any race. It felt like an eternity before I reached the Obelisk of Victory, cutting my way through an infinite number Orcs, wolves and spiders. I could feel myself grow stronger with each enemy I slaughtered and this drove me to take many detours along the way to make sure I left none of these fiends unattended. Still, by the time I had reached the giant monument, I was out of breath and my muscles ached from all the running and sword swinging. This would of not been a problem if I had kept using the wooden sword I had departed with, but one of the Orcs had left their longsword on the ground before fleeing the scene and I decided to give it a better use he would of ever given it. This weapon proved to be invaluable as I encountered tougher and stronger opponents along the way and I could not help but admire its beauty as I sat down on the steps of the Obelisk to take a break. You are quite luck to find one of those, my friend... said a voice from up ahead. When I looked up, I saw another fellow adventurer that did not seem too different from myself walking towards me with his wooden sword sheathed. I grinned. Yeah, it definitely makes all of this Orc culling much easier I bet it does... he replied, a hint of jealousy in his words before he added. We should team up. Perhaps we can get closer to their elites if we do. I considered his request and found that I was not too keen on the idea. Sure, two fighters meant more and tougher enemies to take on, but I was in a hurry to reach the Elven Ruins. There was no time to worry about someone else. Your offer is an interesting one... I said with a slow nod. But I must decline. Feel free to find me if you run into trouble though. And with these words, I got up and made my way down one of the paths that led to the beach. I could not see him but I knew he was scowling, obviously seeing arrogance arrogance in my words even though I meant them simply because of efficiency. I knew my own strength and capabilities and it was much easier to elaborate a plan with just this in mind rather than adding someone else and their inexperience. It was nothing personal against my fellow fighter, it was just the way I did things. If I wanted to reach the Elven Ruins and place myself one step further to becoming the strongest in Aden, I needed to focus. Thinking about this brought renewed strength and I could not stop myself from grinning as I dashed towards a group of Orcs staring into the ocean with my blade raised. Yoohooo