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Dungeon Siege Legacy

Prologue

The snow fell quickly and thickly as the young Human stood there, watching his mother and father walking away from their home as they went on yet another adventure. The boy, despite having rarely spent time with his parents, deeply admire their constant bravery. To him, they were the greatest heroes of Aranna... though this title wasn't exactly unearned. Before he was conceived, they had actually fought together to save the kingdom, so obviously his admiration wasn't formless. What really surprised those around him was how much he looked up to them despite their ever vigilant absence.

Because of their adventures and his young age, he stayed at Arhok to be parented by the lonely mayor of their town. Though he did not say it, everyone knew that the mayor appreciated the ability to take care of the small boy as he had never had the chance to have his own. Apparently, the one person he truly loved had died at a young age due to an incurable illness; leaving him childless before they even had the chance. In any case, when he was too busy, some of the other villagers tossed in their effort to take raise him.

Naturally, his parents would return from time to time; telling their child their adventurous exploits and writing them down into their journals. When he came to be old enough to read, he would occasionally go down into their cellar, light the torches and sit down to page through their complete books. It was through these that he really begun to know them, though he and everyone else knew it shouldn't have been like this. He was happy with this, so nobody complained or tried to stop him.

Happy that he got to see them at all, things begun to change. Months after months, they stopped coming back; whispered rumors of their location begun to spread around Arhok. Some said that they had finally lost their lives while others said that they were merely lost somewhere; that there was no way there were anything that could take them down. By now, the man had grown to know that his parents weren't invincible. He believed they had passed away. For this particular male - and even Aranna - this was when everything begun to completely change.

Allow me a moment to change my britches.
Do you RP, or just write?

Raymus wrote:
Allow me a moment to change my britches.
Do you RP, or just write?

Mod Ideas Updated as of 7/27/14

Yes, I roleplay... mostly because it takes less time than making up everything.

Upon this moment, Dungeon Siege Legacy now truly begins! If necessary, scroll up to read the actual story.

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The young Utraean sat in front of the flickering fire, staring into it. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder before he looked up to see the redheaded male standing over him, who quickly took a seat beside him.

"Thinking?"

The Utraean couldn't help but smile as he said "No. My mind is perfectly blank." The two chuckled together.

The Utraean continued, giving him a serious answer, "Yeah... My people have lost so much; too much. I'm not sure we'll be able to survive for much longer."

The Human leaned forward, getting a bit closer to the fire to poke it with a stick that had been laying nearby, readjusting a few logs. "I'm sure it'll be fine. I'm sure we'll be able to defeat the Shadowjumper."

"It is best not to be so blindly optimistic. In all likelihood, we will fall short." The Utraean sighed.

"I know. It's like I came from a perfect place. Honestly, I figured that you Utraeans had it better."

"In some aspects, that is true. But we make far bigger mistakes when we wield magic."

"Maybe, but that's only because Utraeans tend to wield a larger mana reserve."

"I suppose."

They stopped speaking for what felt like an eternity before the Utraean spoke up once again.

"I wish... I could have done something about all of our losses. I wish I weren't so young and weak."

In a low voice, the human responded, "Please don't say that. I have already gotten this far away from my home; from Arhok. There's no way we can fail."

The Utraean looked at the Human, who wore an expression of hope; an expression of hope that exposed a small bit of doubt.

"Perhaps you are right."