~A THOUSAND YEARS INTO THE PAST
THE WORLD WAS YOUNG and the warriors were not yet named. The heroes to be had not yet been separated for the legends they would come to be, and the villains among still lurked in the shadows, obscuring the darkness of their hearts in fake smiles and empty fallacy.
This was the age of Adramon a millennia before the rebirth of the Dragon. This was a continent not yet united of all its unique peoples. Adramon was a Realm without a King. This was the Dark Age.
However, in the hollows of this early mortal realm was a young boy farmer. One who would grow to become a most powerful warrior. One who tales would be sung of many centuries after his exploits. His name would come to ring from the vast halls of Kings and Emperors. Knights of chivalry and Lords of splendor would utter praises to his greatness and Bards would come to make music of his name.
