1 Choosing A Path (1/2)
Northwest Evergreen.Barbarian Village of Helgahvall.5010 A.S (After the Shattering)
As the first rays of the sun hit the snow cover rooftops of the village of Helgahvall, virtually every resident was still in deep sleep.A young boy by the name of Rahz was jumping around doing the best he could to stretch his muscles.Today was Rahz's 5th birthday and that meant that he could finally start his training to become a warrior of the brave barbarian race.
Barbarians were a brave and powerful race.They possessed great strength and stamina ideal for professions such as warrior.Since he could remember, Rahz will watch the warriors of the village fight against ferocious beast in order to protect and feed the residents of Helgahvall.
As a tribal race, Barbarians could also opt to become Shamans with the ability to communicated with the spirits and heal the wounded.There were some barbarians that could become Beastlords.They would employed the aid of warder pets to aid them in battle while harnessing the energy of nature to increase their fighting capabilities.
Rahz dreamed of wielding a giant Axe and vanquishing his enemies with one swing of his weapon 'swish, swish, swish'.In his mind the path of the warrior was the only one for him.While he was stretching and dreaming about his epic encounters, his mom had finished making breakfast and called him to the table.Rahz's mother was a beautiful and delicate lady.She had long blonde hair, big blue eyes and a very svelte body.However, her most prominent feature was her pair of pointy ears.Rahz's mother was an elf.As the son of a Barbarian and an elf, his size was a lot smaller than the other kids and his peculiar ears caused him to be teased by the other kids on many occasions.Despite being smaller in size than the average barbarian, Rahz still displayed fairly good strength characteristic of the Barbarian race and the wisdom and intelligence of the elf race.Nature is not without balance.
While finishing his breakfast Rahz asked his mother ” Is dad a great warrior?”.
Rahz's parents Rhaen and Etta were part of an adventurer team from the great city of Silverwind.Rhaen was the Guardian of the team, a Guardian is an advance profession of the warrior path specialized in the protection of their allies through the combination of defensive skills and durable plate armor.Etta was the healer of the group, as a high Elf she took advantage of her high wisdom and chose to be a cleric gaining powerful healing and enhancement spells from the gods she worshiped.
”He is the greatest adventurer I have ever met, and I am alive because of him”
Seeing her son's sparkling eyes she continued, ”your father and I were part of an adventurer team which operated to the south of the great city of Silverwind.We did missions to earn money and help the small villages that couldn't protect themselves from the attacks of bandits and other dangerous races.As luck will have it, there was a group of Gnolls that had massacred a human village and were spreading their influence in the area close to the city.Naturally,a request was made to the adventurer guild to wipe out the Gnolls.We accepted the request and proceeded to their lair.The further we went inside, the higher the amount of Gnoll groups that were roaming around.In one moment of carelessness we caught the attention of three different groups that were close to each other and got overwhelm by their numbers.We tried desperately to survive but it was a hopeless situation.Eventually, your dad stay behind to give me a chance to escape.I don't know how he managed to survive and until this day he won't tell me but everybody else in the team except for me and your dad died that day.”
It was a sad story that reflected the cruel reality of the world.Rahz bowed to grow strong so that he could protect those he loved the most.
With a solemn expression Rahz left his house towards the center of the village.Along the way,Rahz caught a glance of his best friend Bhilr.Bhilr was the son of the village chief.Unlike Rahz,Bhilr was the best representation of the barbarian race.At 5 years old he was already 5 feet tall and was able to lift a stone weighing 150 pounds.Bhilr had black hair hanging down to his shoulder, a very rough complexion and wore leather armor made out of animal fur.Despite being the son of the chief he was very easy to talk to and was not conceited at all.
” Are you ready for the ceremony?” asked Rahz.Bhilr looked at the direction the question came from, smiled and said ” Of Course!!”
”Which path will you be taken?” asked Rahz
”As the son of the chief of Helgahvall there is only one path for me WARRIOR!!yours?”