Role

Chapter 4

The legacy of the Valdar family first begun back in the second age where they
established in the late city of Tar Valon. Of course, they werent as known
as they are today, but they all did something to make the world a better
place. It all first begun in the third age where they became more pious and
righteous, they became known as heroes of the perpetual war that is the Holy
and the Wicked. There was Tasgar the defender of the hopeless who stood
strong to protect the city of Voralian City against an horde of orcs...and
then his son, Mattun, became a war hero after a campaign in the depths of
Hell with many mercenaries. He gave birth to Ilbjorga whose story has yet
begun.

Mattun, after this campaign, left Voralian city to a journey in the Northern
parts of the land to rescue a fellow companion with Sibink the Fierce, a
dwarf whos known for his part in many raids in the Imperial Lands. Both
left...and never came back. Many weeks passed after some news came to the
ears of the Voralian citizens. The story was that Sibink had died, the
companion as well perished and that Mattun disappeared. Half the people of
Voralian city started to believe that Mattun was the one responsible for
their death and left cowardly to hide like a criminal. His good name, since
that day, as well as the Valdars name, was forever tarnished.

Of course, his son, Ilbjorga, was convinced that it was false. He left home
by himself to witness the truth with his own eyes. He traveled with only his
backpack and a long wooden stick to defend him against the beasts that would
stand in his way. He didnt care of his fate or the name of his
familty...what he really wanted was to see his father again, to know that he
is well.

Arriving near a dark forest, he entered the trail and then he set a camp to
rest for the night. Although something happened that night that changed the
young storm giants life forever. In the middle of the night, he heard a
whisper...something that woke him up and gave him chills through his
spine...like he felt the deep darkness within his soul. He looked
around...the fire had died and it was very dark. He opened a lantern just to
see a shadow near him. It slowly walked in the direction of the young man,
whispering constantly vile words...speaking of death and torment. He ran
away, frightened, but in the wrong direction, walking deeply in the forest
until he fell in a small slope. Near his fall, there was a piece of paper and
what seemed to be a camp...someone was here before. He recognized the writing
of his father as well as some pieces of leather that he wore in battle with
the seal of the Valdar family...a crest of a trident piercing a shield. The
letter was a bit bloodied and there was not many words...just that he was
sorry, that he couldnt save them.

At that moment, he knew that his father wasnt a murderer. As he felt warmer
from this news, the shadow returned before the giant. He then grasped him by
the throat, lifting the young man in the air, gasping for air. The other hand
then struck him in the guts and passed through him. His blood became so cold
and his body was so numb as the piercing hands of that creature went through
him that he felt unconscious. The daylight woke him up next
morning...although he felt different, uneasy. This is wh