All the Bards and storytellers conteront you the legend of oak.
It was measured 8 feet, was struggling with bare hands against giants and could raise a mountain with bare hands.
Haha ha.
All the stories deserve to be romanticized a little.
But there are some legends who do not need it.
The epic begins in the year 234 of our area, in a small village has the western border of Kébon.
Odd-Abdul Katsuo* lived there as a woodcutter with his sister Oak.
His dead parents in low age, he had to accustom young to the hard life in the wood.
To force Bucher trees and trees the people surnommèrent as well: Oak. The oak.
Oak had beautiful be a strong man, he did not do the weight in the face of a group of ORC who took in ambush.
He did bring in their cave and discard in the bottom of a pit.
Oak was awakened by the Cree of two orcs who were competing.
"I am hungry! This human it is my meal!" "You can not eat! It must sell to the Slavery!"
a roar was heard and something fell near Oak.
An Orc, a sword planted in the belly had fallen in the pit.
He wondered a few seconds which of the two orc had won.
His questioning does not durat not, when before appeared to him an orc
wider and higher than a normal Orc, it salivait already its meal.
His face, more ugly yet that the other orcs had not the nose of the
Oak the recognized immediately. Noseless.
It was a raid leader who terrorized the region since several months.
He undertook to fight with her assailant.
Lost penalty, the orcs are louts and those even more.
After a solid punch in the flank, followed to a direct to the face;
Oak crashed on the ground. Sounded.
He had fallen on the something soft.
The body of the Orc who had fallen in the pit.
On an instinct he grabbed the sword and smote in the direction of Noseless.
The head of the Orc lives a noise echo in falling on the ground.
Noseless had been defeated.

Oak then began to get out of the pit.
Attempting to do the least possible noise for not alert the rest of the band.
By raising outside the hole, Oak fell nose to nose with a orc.
Death.
Dozens of corpses orcs littered the ground.
Behind, 3 armed men and armurés stood, equally surprised.
The guild of the warriors had been committed to get rid of the orcs.
They did not expect to find survivors.
And even less someone having disposed of the head of the noseless.
Those, impressed him propose to join their guild.
Surprised, Oak accepted.
Over the seasons, Oak is shaped a solid reputation.
Thin blade, it was respected by all the members of his guild
its fame indirectly touched his sister, who made himself ask his hand by a young nobliau
Sir Wild had fallen under the charm, but Oak was not of the same opinion.
Wallace, Chief of the guild plug so Oak alone.
"Oak, your sister has refused the hand of Sir Wild. It is furious" "It offers 3 thousand pieces of gold for his capture, and his head." "And I cannot afford that thou interfères in this History" 3 men came into the room, Army and with a clear purpose.
A gesture of powerful and fast, Oak désarma the first and grabbed her blade.
Mit out of state to harm his confreres and turned toward Wallace.
"It makes me of the death duty come the oak" "But 3 thousand pieces of gold is much"
Oak tried to fight
he knew Wallace an excellent combatant.
Better than him.
But he tried when same.
The outcome of the battle was decided in advance, it was not the weight.
Oak was defeated, massacred.
Impaled on a blade and thrown in the moat that surround the city.
He was left for dead.
But if it was death, there would be no legend to tell.

Story #2

Rummaging in old archives, grimoires lost or even of ancient temples.
You may have found a name today forgotten.
Welzita.
A powerful demon? A damned Necromancer? Half a god of ancient times?
Few people could tell you who belongs to the name.
Welzy was born in Kébon. Abandoned at birth because of his eye purple.
His parents have had to be afraid of, or see it as a bad omen.
Welzy grew up in the alleys fréquentables little, but at least it has not grown up only.
Violet, this small blond just as orphan is probably what the AIDA to survive
they went everywhere together, flew together.
Imagine a bad turn, they have probably already done.
These small plagues grew up, and over the years became best in this game that is survive.
If although a woman Posa its interest in the small duo.
Selenda, Mistress of the guild of the Magi the took in adoption.
These wires slow had a natural talent for magic, much more than for the good manners. haha.
With the years, she became full members of the guild.
A nice little duo, Welzy had a something for the magic.
And Violette offset of a force and a impressive agility.
But évidament, this is never as simple.
A day Selenda came to his meeting.
"I have a quest for thee Welz, for thee all-only" "found me to the entry of aqueducts of the city."
Welz is presented. Knowing well on that Violette followed in the distance.
As if she was going to leave to have fun without it.

Selenda was jealous. She was afraid that his small protected the exceeds and take its place at the head of the guild.
It therefore tried to assassinate Welzita.
A stab in the back who did push back by a sphere of ice.
Violette came to save his friend.
Furious, Selenda dropped the sobriety of a blade for his favorite weapon: the magic.
And it is to blow of ball of fire and launches of lightning that a combat éclatat.
The girls had not hope to win the battle.
As much as their heart, betrays, wanted to really not injured Selenda.
That their magical power was not to the height.
A second of inattention.
That is what it took to Welzita to be hit a powerful ball of fire.
She was thrown to the ground, injured. They heard Violette howl from all corners of the city.
After a bitter silence, Welzita heard his friend.
.... Teloc vodimibe arcaosgi...
The language of the demons.
When she turned to violet, the latter seemed larger
more slender, more dark.
Horns of his hair and large wings exceeded its back.
The latter came to Selenda and took from him the arm.
as is harvested a apple from a tree.
The massacre of Selenda was quick and bloody
It is reported that day, that a large shadow would have obscured the sun of Kébon.
Steering wheel to the far from the city.

jesus no