Chapter 1: IN THE BEGINNING:
Uncle Noteeth
Another day in Ascalon with the crowds and haggling traders and merchants crowding the streets of the great and proud city of Ascalon, another peaceful day in the city, however unknown to the general population there was a great battle about to take place a fair distance from the city. The trumpets of the king could be heard for miles and the people in the streets all stopped and the merchants and traders went silent all making way for the king, and kneeling respectfully as the king walked to the center of the great city and began to speak. " Good people of Ascalon, today a great battle is going to ensue against the Charr that have been gathering in strength, outside our great walls. Let us pay homage to the warriors (both men and women) who go to protect your lands and your freedom". The crowd cheered at the end of his speech and left to the wall to bid farewell to the brave souls who were marching to fight a Charr war band of large numbers unknown to them, yet the brave men and women seemed confident as they marched on to battle listening to the shouts of the citizens of Ascalon city.
At the front of the large army of souls, leading them on was a rather built broad shouldered man about the same height as most of the troops that followed him. He was adorned in only the best amour, and at his side a long menacing blade hung from its hilt. The man looking to be no more then 20 was a great warrior of renown and skill for his age, his long brown hair flowing behind him as they marched onward. His stature could been seen in the way he held himself so proudly yet reserved and dignified, gave away that he had been fortunate with the times, but not arrogant about it.
The army marched for a day before the scouts arrived back with horrible news that the Charr army was larger then anticipated, and was marching on their position now. The young warrior at the front put his helmet on and drew his sword and yelled in a gruff anxious tone "CHARGE!" and with that the army ran toward the overwhelming number of Charr. The Ascalonial army caught them by surprise and slayed a few of the Charr in the front line before they knew what had happen, as the Charr thought the humans would not be so brave as to charge them. This bold move gave them a short advantage but it did not last long as the Charr quickly began their onslaught of the Ascalonian army, the battle raged for 3 days with the Ascalonials barley holding on but they would not give ground to the Charr. The young warrior who lead the combat had taken a few hits but nothing serious, and he had brought many a Charr down during the battle. By the third day the Ascalonians had paid a high price but had not done so without the Charr suffering even greater losses, but not before only a handful of Ascalonials were left, outnumbered and worn out, the men and women began to lose to the Charr war band leader and his elites. The battle raged on and finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the tide of battle had turned once again, with the Ascalonials having the advantage. Now, there were now only 4 Charr left, the War leader Grimclaw Firemane and three of his elites.
The young warrior was fighting off two of the elites while the War leader Grimclaw Firemane killed off three of the remaining Ascalonial warriors, now there was only the young warrior leader and one other Ascalonial left. Grimclaw and the other Charr elite began to attack the last Ascalonial warrior while the young warrior who led the Ascalonials was still busy with the last of the two elites that were upon him. The young warrior managed to kill one of the two elites, then dodging the clumsy blow of the other elite's axe, he drove his sword deep into the chars belly, causing it to roar in pain before doubling over dead.
The young leader looked for any survivors, and seeing the lone warrior against the char War band Grimclaw and the Charr elite Baldestorm, he realized that it was his close friend that he had grown up with since childhood and that he was in horrible shape. Bleeding profusely from several wounds in his chest and arms, the warrior was barely holding his shield up to block the incoming hail of sword blows and hammer strikes from Grimclaw and Baldestorm. The young warrior swelled with rage as he ran screaming wildly to help his friend. Lifting his menacing blade far above his head the young man brought the sword down into the skull of the Charr Baldestorm with a sickening cracking of bone and flesh, the blood splashing all over his face from the impact of the sword. Seeing Grimclaw raising his hammer for the final blow on his friend who was laying on the ground defenseless and half alive, drenched in his own blood, the warrior threw himself in front of the hammer taking the hit, stunning him and knocking him to the ground, as he stood another blow from the hammer slammed into his cheek this time with a bone crushing sound, teeth came flying from the mouth of the warrior sending him several feet away from where he was standing a moment ago. Pain searing though his face and his one eye swelled shut, the man stood once more defiantly, holding his blade dripping with the blood of many Charr warriors, he poised himself for the charge and attack. Grimclaw now had his hammer raised high above his shoulders in a all out attack and as he brought the hammer down the young man nimbly stepped to the side of the aggressive blow, and drove his sword into the throat of Grimclaw. Stunned, his eyes seeing hate, the Charr looked with contempt at the warrior as his life quickly slipped away, with the gurgling roar that spayed blood outward the Charr fell, the blade still in his throat as his body hung suspended lifelessly by his massive hammer. The warrior ran to his friend falling a few feet from him, he crawled to him and cradled him in his arms "we did it we won, now don't you die on me. You hear me DON'T DIE!" He mumbled and seconds later the warrior died in his arms but not before the loss of blood caused the cradling warrior to pass out.
Several days later the warrior awoke to find himself in an infirmary in Ascalon city. "How did I get here?" he asked himself aloud, only to be answered by a monk "we were sent by the king to find survivors." The warrior looked to the voice, focusing and trying to clear his vision "how many survived?" he asked. The monk was silent for a few seconds before replying "we only found one" he paused a moment, "you, and you were barley alive".
After several days in the infirmary the young warrior was escorted to a ceremony he did not wish to attend. "People of Ascalon, I give you great but grave news", spoke the king to a silent crowd. "We were successful at slaying the Charr war band but it comes to us at a great cost, we lost many a great warrior. The fight was long and brutal ensuing three days with only one survivor". The king paused a second as the warrior stepped forward with help from a monk. "The only survivor is this man here, a man of great skill and prowess, Uncle" Cheers erupted but were cut short when the king raised his sword beckoning uncle to kneel. "Uncle of Ascalon I here by dub you hero of the slaughter of the Charr war band led by Grimclaw Firemane and bestow upon you the gratitude of the people of Ascalon." Touching both of Uncle's shoulders with his sword he spoke his final words. "Rise Uncle Noteeth hero of Ascalon", and with that uncle was helped up and lead home to recover. The hammer had done uncle great damage to his face leaving him without any teeth and two scars on his face, one under his mouth stretching the length of his mouth horizontally below his lower lip and the other which would leave a large scar running below his left eye diagonally from left corner of the eye going down
