Warrior
They sat in a circle around the weatherworn wooden table plotting their revolt, voices rang out echoing against the walls of the great hall, "for to long have we have served the king and now we are forced from our homeland, we must make a stand REVELUTION". Everyones attention diverted to the end of the table as Mordir slammed his fist against the table"NO we stand no chance against the furies of the king's armies we would be slaughtered, we must raise our own army before we make our move". Commotion took hold of the crowd " where would we gain such an army we are but farmers and sheep herders not warriors" mordir spoke up "ive heard of a great warrior that lives high in the mountains we could have him train our troops". we have no money nothing to offer this man why would he help us and who would be crazy enough to venture into the mountains to find him. I mordir son of miscus shall venture into danger to summon the warrior. "mordir surely you will not go alone" I will take my son mithicus he has just come of age and its time he saw more than our rundown existence". Then it is settled Mordir accompanied by his son shall make the journey to the mountains.
