1 Choosing A Path
Northwest Evergreen. Barbarian Village of Helgahvall. 5010 A.S (After the Shattering)
As the first rays of the sun hit the snow cover rooftops of the village of Helgahvall, virtually every resident was still in deep sleep. A young boy by the name of Rahz was jumping around doing the best he could to stretch his muscles. Today was Rahz's 5th birthday and that meant that he could finally start his training to become a warrior of the brave barbarian race.
Barbarians were a brave and powerful race. They possessed great strength and stamina ideal for professions such as warrior. Since he could remember, Rahz will watch the warriors of the village fight against ferocious beast in order to protect and feed the residents of Helgahvall.
As a tribal race, Barbarians could also opt to become Shamans with the ability to communicated with the spirits and heal the wounded. There were some barbarians that could become Beastlords. They would employed the aid of warder pets to aid them in battle while harnessing the energy of nature to increase their fighting capabilities.
Rahz dreamed of wielding a giant Axe and vanquishing his enemies with one swing of his weapon 'swish, swish, swish'. In his mind the path of the warrior was the only one for him. While he was stretching and dreaming about his epic encounters, his mom had finished making breakfast and called him to the table. Rahz's mother was a beautiful and delicate lady. She had long blonde hair, big blue eyes and a very svelte body. However, her most prominent feature was her pair of pointy ears. Rahz's mother was an elf. As the son of a Barbarian and an elf, his size was a lot smaller than the other kids and his peculiar ears caused him to be teased by the other kids on many occasions. Despite being smaller in size than the average barbarian, Rahz still displayed fairly good strength characteristic of the Barbarian race and the wisdom and intelligence of the elf race. Nature is not without balance.
While finishing his breakfast Rahz asked his mother " Is dad a great warrior?".
Rahz's parents Rhaen and Etta were part of an adventurer team from the great city of Silverwind. Rhaen was the Guardian of the team, a Guardian is an advance profession of the warrior path specialized in the protection of their allies through the combination of defensive skills and durable plate armor. Etta was the healer of the group, as a high Elf she took advantage of her high wisdom and chose to be a cleric gaining powerful healing and enhancement spells from the gods she worshiped.
"He is the greatest adventurer I have ever met, and I am alive because of him"
Seeing her son's sparkling eyes she continued, "your father and I were part of an adventurer team which operated to the south of the great city of Silverwind. We did missions to earn money and help the small villages that couldn't protect themselves from the attacks of bandits and other dangerous races. As luck will have it, there was a group of Gnolls that had massacred a human village and were spreading their influence in the area close to the city. Naturally, a request was made to the adventurer guild to wipe out the Gnolls. We accepted the request and proceeded to their lair. The further we went inside, the higher the amount of Gnoll groups that were roaming around. In one moment of carelessness we caught the attention of three different groups that were close to each other and got overwhelm by their numbers. We tried desperately to survive but it was a hopeless situation. Eventually, your dad stay behind to give me a chance to escape. I don't know how he managed to survive and until this day he won't tell me but everybody else in the team except for me and your dad died that day."
It was a sad story that reflected the cruel reality of the world. Rahz bowed to grow strong so that he could protect those he loved the most.
With a solemn expression Rahz left his house towards the center of the village. Along the way, Rahz caught a glance of his best friend Bhilr. Bhilr was the son of the village chief. Unlike Rahz, Bhilr was the best representation of the barbarian race. At 5 years old he was already 5 feet tall and was able to lift a stone weighing 150 pounds. Bhilr had black hair hanging down to his shoulder, a very rough complexion and wore leather armor made out of animal fur. Despite being the son of the chief he was very easy to talk to and was not conceited at all.
" Are you ready for the ceremony?" asked Rahz. Bhilr looked at the direction the question came from, smiled and said " Of Course!!"
"Which path will you be taken?" asked Rahz
"As the son of the chief of Helgahvall there is only one path for me WARRIOR!! yours?"
"Same!! I want to develop into the Berserker class".
"It will be the Guardian for me." said Bhilr.
There were 4 Main paths granted by the gods in the realm of Elysian. Warrior, Healer, Scout, and Mage. Each of the paths further divided into classes once sufficient progress was accumulated. Thanks to the Rune of the Awaken, one could determine the progress towards the next Evolution within the respective class. Every Class had five evolutions and every evolution consisted of 10 levels. By praying to the gods of creation one will be granted access to a path of choice and received a boost according to the god one decided to follow. For warriors for example, the most popular choices were Fadall ( God of War) with a boost to Strength and Stamina, Izana (God of valor) with a boost to healing and combat arts, and Odos (the God of Justice) with boost to Wound healing and a small damage boost.
As they got closer to the center of the village where the ceremony was to take place more and more people started to gather. There were 8 more kids that were participating in the ceremony and starting their brand new life. When it was time to start, all the kids lined up in front of the altar. Rahz was the smallest of all the children he looked like a dwarve among giants. All the kids look extremely nervous while the eldest shaman preceding the ceremony started his prayers.
Being the son of the chief, Bhirl had the privilege to go first. Mustering his courage, Bhilr step forward and kneel in front of the altar. He prayed to the gods " Oh great gods of creation, please grant me the strength to protect my people from harm. I will like to follow the path of the warrior and uphold the principles of law and justice." After a few seconds, 2 different light columns descended in front of him. One was pure white and the other was a light blue color. The shaman in charge of the ceremony then explain to Bhirl that two different gods approved of his prayer. One was the god of valor and the other was the god of justice. By stepping into a beam of light he would received the particular gods blessing and become a follower of said god upholding his or her principles. After meditating for a few seconds Bhirl step into the light blue column. As soon as he step in, he was lifted a meter from the ground as the grace of the god of justice descended and granted him a blessing. After the light beam faded away, Bhirl felt that his skin and bones got tougher. His life force had strengthen and his cells were radiating with energy. Energy that would greatly promote his healing. After Bhilr finished his ceremony the other children step up one by one to choose their path. When everything was set and done, there were 3 scouts, 3 healers and 2 more warriors.
Soon it was Rahz turn. Rahz step up to the altar, there was no sense of anticipation as everyone in the village knew of the Child's obsession with becoming a warrior. Rhaz knelt in front of the altar and began his prayer, " Oh great gods of creation, please grant me the strength to vanquish all my foes. I will like to follow the path of the warrior and crush my enemies across countless battlefields. I want to be the strongest." As soon as he finished his prayer, Rahz started grinning while imagining the gods fighting to give him their blessing. As time passed, two light columns appeared in front of Rhaz; one was Dark Red and the other was Black. They represented the god of war and the prince of death respectively. When the two columns appeared a commotion started. everybody was dumbfounded due to the fact that both gods were of evil alignment. The prince of dead was a must for the path of assassination. As for the god of War even though it provided a very nice blessing for fighters, it did not uphold any lofty principles. Strength was king in his book.
The village of Helgahvall was associated with the city of Silverwind. They will not allowed an evil god worshiper to disrupt the peace they had created. Rahz was bound to be cast aside to the city of Blackrock where all sorts of people mingle.
Looking at his two choices Rahz was perplex. Why is there only two, he thought. Look at this muscles. As he was about to kiss his biceps, He was snap out of it by the shaman preceding the ceremony. Rahz quickly recompose himself and made his choice. He wanted power and there was only one Supreme being that symbolize the search for power and that was the God of War. Rahz stepped into the red column of light very nervously. Rahz's muscles bulged as he gain a buff to his strength. His skin and bones also became tougher both from a blessing to his stamina and due to the path he chose. As soon as the light dissipated, everybody in the whole town square cover their noses and were gasping for air. Rahz skin was covered with a black and sticky substance symbolizing the expulsion of impurities from his body. The stench was so bad that it felt as if their nose hairs were on fire.
While looking a Bhilr, Rahz asked " Did you fart?".
"Shameless"
Was the thought in everyones mind.
Looking at the situation at hand, the shaman decided to finish the ceremony and save everyone the torture generated by the release of the impurities inside Rahz's body. Even though the other kids also released some impurities, the bigger the release the worst the stench.
The shaman dismiss everybody and told the kids to familiarized themselves with their new bodies and skills pertaining to their chosen path. Even though the ceremony appear to be like any other, in the eyes of the village elders, the biggest winner today was not the son of the chief but that shameless little fellow.
As the first rays of the sun hit the snow cover rooftops of the village of Helgahvall, virtually every resident was still in deep sleep. A young boy by the name of Rahz was jumping around doing the best he could to stretch his muscles. Today was Rahz's 5th birthday and that meant that he could finally start his training to become a warrior of the brave barbarian race.
Barbarians were a brave and powerful race. They possessed great strength and stamina ideal for professions such as warrior. Since he could remember, Rahz will watch the warriors of the village fight against ferocious beast in order to protect and feed the residents of Helgahvall.
As a tribal race, Barbarians could also opt to become Shamans with the ability to communicated with the spirits and heal the wounded. There were some barbarians that could become Beastlords. They would employed the aid of warder pets to aid them in battle while harnessing the energy of nature to increase their fighting capabilities.
Rahz dreamed of wielding a giant Axe and vanquishing his enemies with one swing of his weapon 'swish, swish, swish'. In his mind the path of the warrior was the only one for him. While he was stretching and dreaming about his epic encounters, his mom had finished making breakfast and called him to the table. Rahz's mother was a beautiful and delicate lady. She had long blonde hair, big blue eyes and a very svelte body. However, her most prominent feature was her pair of pointy ears. Rahz's mother was an elf. As the son of a Barbarian and an elf, his size was a lot smaller than the other kids and his peculiar ears caused him to be teased by the other kids on many occasions. Despite being smaller in size than the average barbarian, Rahz still displayed fairly good strength characteristic of the Barbarian race and the wisdom and intelligence of the elf race. Nature is not without balance.
While finishing his breakfast Rahz asked his mother " Is dad a great warrior?".
Rahz's parents Rhaen and Etta were part of an adventurer team from the great city of Silverwind. Rhaen was the Guardian of the team, a Guardian is an advance profession of the warrior path specialized in the protection of their allies through the combination of defensive skills and durable plate armor. Etta was the healer of the group, as a high Elf she took advantage of her high wisdom and chose to be a cleric gaining powerful healing and enhancement spells from the gods she worshiped.
"He is the greatest adventurer I have ever met, and I am alive because of him"
Seeing her son's sparkling eyes she continued, "your father and I were part of an adventurer team which operated to the south of the great city of Silverwind. We did missions to earn money and help the small villages that couldn't protect themselves from the attacks of bandits and other dangerous races. As luck will have it, there was a group of Gnolls that had massacred a human village and were spreading their influence in the area close to the city. Naturally, a request was made to the adventurer guild to wipe out the Gnolls. We accepted the request and proceeded to their lair. The further we went inside, the higher the amount of Gnoll groups that were roaming around. In one moment of carelessness we caught the attention of three different groups that were close to each other and got overwhelm by their numbers. We tried desperately to survive but it was a hopeless situation. Eventually, your dad stay behind to give me a chance to escape. I don't know how he managed to survive and until this day he won't tell me but everybody else in the team except for me and your dad died that day."
It was a sad story that reflected the cruel reality of the world. Rahz bowed to grow strong so that he could protect those he loved the most.
With a solemn expression Rahz left his house towards the center of the village. Along the way, Rahz caught a glance of his best friend Bhilr. Bhilr was the son of the village chief. Unlike Rahz, Bhilr was the best representation of the barbarian race. At 5 years old he was already 5 feet tall and was able to lift a stone weighing 150 pounds. Bhilr had black hair hanging down to his shoulder, a very rough complexion and wore leather armor made out of animal fur. Despite being the son of the chief he was very easy to talk to and was not conceited at all.
" Are you ready for the ceremony?" asked Rahz. Bhilr looked at the direction the question came from, smiled and said " Of Course!!"
"Which path will you be taken?" asked Rahz
"As the son of the chief of Helgahvall there is only one path for me WARRIOR!! yours?"
"Same!! I want to develop into the Berserker class".
"It will be the Guardian for me." said Bhilr.
There were 4 Main paths granted by the gods in the realm of Elysian. Warrior, Healer, Scout, and Mage. Each of the paths further divided into classes once sufficient progress was accumulated. Thanks to the Rune of the Awaken, one could determine the progress towards the next Evolution within the respective class. Every Class had five evolutions and every evolution consisted of 10 levels. By praying to the gods of creation one will be granted access to a path of choice and received a boost according to the god one decided to follow. For warriors for example, the most popular choices were Fadall ( God of War) with a boost to Strength and Stamina, Izana (God of valor) with a boost to healing and combat arts, and Odos (the God of Justice) with boost to Wound healing and a small damage boost.
As they got closer to the center of the village where the ceremony was to take place more and more people started to gather. There were 8 more kids that were participating in the ceremony and starting their brand new life. When it was time to start, all the kids lined up in front of the altar. Rahz was the smallest of all the children he looked like a dwarve among giants. All the kids look extremely nervous while the eldest shaman preceding the ceremony started his prayers.
Being the son of the chief, Bhirl had the privilege to go first. Mustering his courage, Bhilr step forward and kneel in front of the altar. He prayed to the gods " Oh great gods of creation, please grant me the strength to protect my people from harm. I will like to follow the path of the warrior and uphold the principles of law and justice." After a few seconds, 2 different light columns descended in front of him. One was pure white and the other was a light blue color. The shaman in charge of the ceremony then explain to Bhirl that two different gods approved of his prayer. One was the god of valor and the other was the god of justice. By stepping into a beam of light he would received the particular gods blessing and become a follower of said god upholding his or her principles. After meditating for a few seconds Bhirl step into the light blue column. As soon as he step in, he was lifted a meter from the ground as the grace of the god of justice descended and granted him a blessing. After the light beam faded away, Bhirl felt that his skin and bones got tougher. His life force had strengthen and his cells were radiating with energy. Energy that would greatly promote his healing. After Bhilr finished his ceremony the other children step up one by one to choose their path. When everything was set and done, there were 3 scouts, 3 healers and 2 more warriors.
Soon it was Rahz turn. Rahz step up to the altar, there was no sense of anticipation as everyone in the village knew of the Child's obsession with becoming a warrior. Rhaz knelt in front of the altar and began his prayer, " Oh great gods of creation, please grant me the strength to vanquish all my foes. I will like to follow the path of the warrior and crush my enemies across countless battlefields. I want to be the strongest." As soon as he finished his prayer, Rahz started grinning while imagining the gods fighting to give him their blessing. As time passed, two light columns appeared in front of Rhaz; one was Dark Red and the other was Black. They represented the god of war and the prince of death respectively. When the two columns appeared a commotion started. everybody was dumbfounded due to the fact that both gods were of evil alignment. The prince of dead was a must for the path of assassination. As for the god of War even though it provided a very nice blessing for fighters, it did not uphold any lofty principles. Strength was king in his book.
The village of Helgahvall was associated with the city of Silverwind. They will not allowed an evil god worshiper to disrupt the peace they had created. Rahz was bound to be cast aside to the city of Blackrock where all sorts of people mingle.
Looking at his two choices Rahz was perplex. Why is there only two, he thought. Look at this muscles. As he was about to kiss his biceps, He was snap out of it by the shaman preceding the ceremony. Rahz quickly recompose himself and made his choice. He wanted power and there was only one Supreme being that symbolize the search for power and that was the God of War. Rahz stepped into the red column of light very nervously. Rahz's muscles bulged as he gain a buff to his strength. His skin and bones also became tougher both from a blessing to his stamina and due to the path he chose. As soon as the light dissipated, everybody in the whole town square cover their noses and were gasping for air. Rahz skin was covered with a black and sticky substance symbolizing the expulsion of impurities from his body. The stench was so bad that it felt as if their nose hairs were on fire.
While looking a Bhilr, Rahz asked " Did you fart?".
"Shameless"
Was the thought in everyones mind.
Looking at the situation at hand, the shaman decided to finish the ceremony and save everyone the torture generated by the release of the impurities inside Rahz's body. Even though the other kids also released some impurities, the bigger the release the worst the stench.
The shaman dismiss everybody and told the kids to familiarized themselves with their new bodies and skills pertaining to their chosen path. Even though the ceremony appear to be like any other, in the eyes of the village elders, the biggest winner today was not the son of the chief but that shameless little fellow.
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