"Between the time when the Titanomachy fell and rise of the Etruscan kings, there was an age undreamed of.
A time where fate of empires rested on steel and foul sorcery shaped the land."You where but a new born baby when a gang of bandits killed your mother and left you alone to die by the roads side.
But you where lucky, a pasting sheep farmer found you and ever since you have been raise by your adoptive parents.
The day started much like any other with you heading out early to top pasture with the sheep.
The dawn brakes and across the valley you see a banner rising above the fields, a clenched red fist on a black background.
Below it comes a horde of riders and men at arms, all marching towards the village with evil in there eyes.
Screams crack the dawn as men dies cut down like dogs as women are stolen, homes burns and village is plundered.
As you rush back to the village, you can see smoke rising from the far side of your family's barn and a trail of blood on the door.
Your fathers barely stands up facing the door way, half propping self with the wall.
One hand on his belly by a large arrow and the other limply around the haft of a blooded hatchet.
" Thank gods!, you're still alive, i thought the slavers had you.
-Ughk- This is where we part ways, your mothers dead, an i'll be with her soon.
-he cough and spits a mouth full blood on the floor-
I never told her but your mother, your true mother, she left you a gift, made me swear that i'd wait until you where old enough.
-yet more coughing-
Funny i wanted leave here until she came, dieing from bandits with you in her arms.
A little baby still at the teat and all alone in the world, that was it.. she made me stay.
- he grimaces in pain.-
She said that your father might come looking for you...
The gift, i buried it, up the hill, the gate post to the bull pen it's under there.
Now get out of here and you always remember, no matter where or what happens that you go that you where my child."
As you father passes away you leave the burning barn and your old life behind.
Name : ?
Description : ?
Gender: ?
Treasure: Armour? Weapons? Or Gold?
(Yes i know the same opening as the last one.)