The sky was dark.Dragons were flying in the air.Battle between elfs and dwarfs were on the ground below.Tech v magic.And I little vilage known as Tarant was just getting built.
In the little village of Tarant "Sir!Some people from Vendigroth are going towards us.It is a huge army! "The Vendigroth people do not wish to harm us." "But sir..." "Shut up elven slave!" I am an elven slave.I was born a slave and I really do not have any skill.My strength is really good because of being a slave.I do not have a home town.
As the slave was told to shut up a cloaked figure appeared and with a quick stroke killed the slave and the slave driver and left unoticed. I mumbled to myself, "Hehe we shall prevail..."
