When I was about five, my father wanted to train me in the ways of a both a warrior, and a wizard. My father soon discovered I was not very good with either weapons or magic but he was determined. He gave me some rings to boost my magic and trained me for endless hours with hammers. One day, he decided to take me on a journey with him to rid our land of the orcs that constantly left the mines to raid our village. Inside the mines, we fought the orcs valiantly but soon my father fell and then I was hit on the head from behind. When I came to, I found myself in a mysterious room not knowing who I was or anything else about my past. Nearby, I found some Mithril armor and hammer, I now know was my fathers, plus a few rings, bags, and potions. After wandering for a long time, I remembered everything about my past and I met a companion who I tracked for some time. He told me about all his theories on how some mystic god or being, called Brian the Creator, who brings certain people to the mines to destroy all the unwanted things he created that got loose. Unfortunately, he died once too many and he never came back. I then decided I would start my own never-ending quest to find Brian the Creator.
