The date was believed to be the 5th of Amrain 6 years
after the fall of the Ashordin Empire when in a small human village which
has long been destroyed by the rampaging orcs, a young boy was born.
This child was different of normal babies, as it was significantly larger
and showed early signs of genius. Knowing little of his father the mother
named the child Napolean after a famous liberator who lived before the
fall of the Ashordin Empire. The mother had never married and no
one in the village knew who the father was. Rumor had it that Napolean's
father was a half orc and half elf, but upon viewing Napolean the only
orc and elf-like characteristics would be his enormous size.
Meanwhile the other villagers viewed his mother
to be a harlot and privately called her slanderous names behind closed
doors. With her reputation marred she has a difficult time making
money to support herself and her child. Without much financial support
the young boy grew up in extreme poverty and received absolutely no formal
education. Using only his own undeterred spirit to seek knowledge
he taught himself the Cardean alphabet and read all the books he could
manage to find. By the time he reached the tender age of eight he
was viewed to be a boy prodigy. He spoke with more clarity and wisdom
than any other villager despite being at a big disadvantage. Not
only were his mental skills astounding, but he was also blossoming into
a physical specimen. By the time he had reached the age of thirteen he
was already six feet five inches tall weighing a good 20 stones.
He was already the greatest fighter ever to set foot in this quaint little
village. Stories were told of how he killed 3 bears one night with
his bare hands, and hunted enough food to feed his mother for a month in
a single night. The villagers hailed him as their hero, and he silently
excepted this acclamation while constantly searching for an even more powerful
position.
As his legend grew many people began to visit the
town. Many fine warriors came to challenge the young upstart to gain
more fame for themselves, and all were sent home in defeat. Finally
one day a mysterious man appeared in the city, and he went by the name
of Arioch. The man immediately noticed the prodigy and greeted him
upon introduction. The old man asked young Napolean for a name and
the prodigy replied " I am Napolean who is destined for greatness".
Sensing he possessed no magical skills the man scoffed at Napolean's arrogance.
"Bah!" the old man retorted, "fisticuffs and swordplay are for the weak-minded,
the truly powerful do not dirty their hands in battle when alternative
options are available". Shocked that this man had not kissed his
feet like he had grown accustomed to, Napolean challenged him to a fight.
"I will not stand here while you hurl insults at me old fool!" and charged
in with a vicious assortment of uppercuts and jabs. The old man easily
ducked away at the foolish lads futile attempts to harm him. "I shall
show you the way to fight", exclaimed the enraged elder. Suddenly
an eerie flame shoots out of his hand and envelops young Napolean helpless
body. Clutching at his body Napolean cursed at the old man, but was
in awe of this mysterious power that had done what nobody has ever done
to him and that is level him in pain. Not wanting to admit defeat the sly
lad tried to goad him into fighting his style. The old man calmly
replied "I am fighting like a true man, not like a caged animal such as
yourself".
Furious at these insults Napolean leaped up to his
feet and landed punch after punch that battered old man's body. "Repent
and be spared!" shouted Napolean. Wiping off the blood from a cut on his
face Arioch muttered "excellent, I knew you would be a excellent student
the winds have spoken the truth." "Huh?" the Napolean replied, "explain
thyself". "I have been searching for months for a student whose rage
could lift him to normally unattainable heights, and the winds have led
me to you." "Oh I see, I'm to be a mindless puppet for you to control
and attend to your every folly" scowled Napolean. "No, I am offering
you the opportunity to train in the great city of Nineveh where you can
become a legend", answered the old man. Continuing the man added
"I sense great potential in you, enough talent to be the most powerful
mortal alive even".
"Go on, tell me more of this!" demanded the vain
child . "Well I shall train you for 5 years, once you have finished
you shall be ready to dominate the world, all I ask in return is for you
to help me rid the world of the wretched elves who ran me out of the forest
thousands of years ago", the old man said with a wry grin. "Thousands
of years ago? What are you?" asked Napolean. "Come to my temple and all
shall be revealed", answered the old man and with that he disappeared into
the shadows. With the proposal fixated in his mind Napolean wandered
around the village the remainder of the night contemplating his next move.
The next morning before his mother had awakened he wrote a note saying
"The city of shadows beckons me mother, thou son has the world lying in
front of him." He then grabbed his armor and set off to the great city
of Nineveh armed with nothing more than a sleek longsword.
He entered the city of Maine, and viewed the city
to be a mere shipping port. Needing a break and weak from dehydration he
decided to visit the popular pub "Docker's Fist". Inside he ran into
a band of mischievous elves. The elves being annoying bastards blocked
the young adventurers exit when he was leaving. "Remove thy grimy
hands off me or I shall remove thy privilege of them" warned Napolean.
The foolish elf continued to goad him and Napolean struck him with a blow
of unimaginable force that killed the elf. "Killer!" screech the
terrified elves as the fled the bar. Unflinchingly Napolean pulled
out a longsword and removed the heart of his victim. "This will be
a good present for my new mentor" proclaimed the proud Napolean.
Then doubting he would receive a just trail in the city he hastily departed
along the highway.
After weeks of walking he had begun to improve in
conditioning. He was now able to walk days without resting and made
the trip to Nineveh in a single month. Arriving at the gate he ran
into a few ruffian orcs blocking his way. The orcs seeing him to be youthful
snarled at him and told young Napolean to leave or suffer the consequences.
Interested in making a reputation in his new home Napolean defied them
forcing them into a fight. So confident in his skills he even put
on a blindfold to fight the two huge orcs. He quickly disarmed his
would-be attackers and began to pummel them with his superior brawling
skills. After knocking his two opponents unconscious and relieving
them of their possessions he continued down the cobbled path of stone.
He saw a colorful stand standing ahead to the north
and approached the stand. In the stands he saw objects he had never
heard of. Having little wealth he bought a few pieces of venison
and continued through the markets. He noticed a giant building to
the west and began to approach it. The building was barely visible
due to giant trees obscuring it from normal view. Right when he was
about to enter the building he noticed a figure sleeping under a tree.
Under the tree he found Arioch lying underneath sleeping. "I, Napolean,
have finally arrived!" exclaimed the excited youngster. Cursing and
ranting about being disturbed so early he glanced at Napolean and snarled.
Sensing this was as good as a time as ever Napolean handed the old man
a rotting heart and immediately the recipient's jet black eyes lit up.
"Excellent, I hate this bastards", while putting the rotting heart into
a metal tray. The old man remembered the task at hand continued "Ah,
truly impressive you have made it here faster than any of my proteges have
ever done it, well done now we must start to train, we have lots to work
on", the old man said with a wicked grin. "Aye, and lots to discuss ",
answered the ambitious man. "Don't forget, I have a lot of unanswered
questions", added the impetuous lad. And with that the old man led
Napolean into his monastery more importantly his destiny.