chapter 1
Thoril Woodsheart


Thoril is a young halfling from a village far south of any civilized towns or city's he is the son of a farmer and a leather worker his mother tended the fields till she was in her late fifties and his fa th her still works in the leather shop tho his hands aren't as steady as they once were thoril is about to set out on his journey into the world. A few days before an elf had come to his nameless village with a charter asking for all able bodies to come chart an unmaped part of the lands, he gatherd his pack and his sword (wich was an old iron knife he found on a dead cobold) and the family pony but just before he departed his father stoped him saying few words but sooke wisely saying "son i am old and you are only doing what is in your heart i may not wish you to go but i will not stop you but rember if the road geys to tiersom and the world to harsh and your burden to heavy rember you can always come home" before giving him the family shield, a chain mail shirt and a brand new leather tunic with a braided belt, and new sheath for his knife after that he set out for the eleven province sword on his hip shield on his back he rode the pony into the distance leavening his small village and past behind him.Days past as Thoril made his way through uncharted lands no one for miles except a few birds and the howls of wolves at night it wasn't long before he got himself into trouble on the fifth day while giving his pony a bath he heard a rustle in the bushes and cracking as if someone had struck bone agianst bone he slowly turned to see a skeleton clad in leather armor and wielding a short sword was shambling its way tward him, before he had time to react the monster swung his sword at him luckily Thoril had turned his back makeing the shield deflect the monsters hit his body trembled as he tryed to get ready to fight back drawing his shield to his arm and knife from ots case he struck at the creature hit in its ribs and at its legs Thoril being a halfling was considerably shorts than the creature and could only do what he could to knock it down to his size before he stabbed were its heart would be killing the undead creature thoril looked at it now just a pile of bone lying on the ground a small poch on its armor caught his eye inside was 30 pieces of eleven gold wich he took quickly and tied to his belt be for setting his camp exhausted from his first battle agianst the creatures of the world he spoke softly before drifting to sleep "gods be praised that I didn't die then and there"