A great
Anyway kazaame joined us check our thread in tibia section
I will be paladin my story here my screens later:
My story:
Back in time when the gods were still united, they sent a tribe to the humans, who was somehow different from the others:"The Hunters". Those were people who were trained by mystical creatures, the elfs.. From them they learned the best tactics an archer should know. They learned how to survive in battle and how important a good sharpshooter could be. They learned how to hunt and how to survive in the wilderness. In the end the gods have made 50 elite archers, who hit every target, every bullseye and killed every enemies. They proudly called themselves "The Hunters". They had an arrow and a bow on their arms. A green sign burned in with magic..But when "EvilMadBoy", a bad god sent out all plagues and badass creatures to the tibian kingdom, the Hunters couldnt defend themselves anymore . It was a bad plan of the bad god because he d estroyed their secret hideout which only the god knew and killed plenty of them. However some if the hunters have survived, not much , but some.....
They were legends, but now all the tibians think they ate dead and noone can stop the attacks of the monsters!
Noone knows if anyone of them is alive anymore.
Now a short dialog:
Somewhere in an inn in a little village:
Knock,knock(on the door)
Sarvan:its open!
The door opens with a little noise..
A *man comes in, wearing nothing but a brown cloak.
The stranger: i would like to drink a beer.
Sarvan the inkeeper gives him a beer.*
An old man in the back rises *and asks:
Good day stranger, im rodrick.what are you doing here?
Stranger: im just passing your village..
Rodrick: you somehow remind me to something..
Tears in the eyes if the stranger.
Suddenly there is a loud voice:
"THE ORCS ARE ATTACKING THE VILLAGE RUN FOR YOUR LIFES!"
rodrick and the inkeeper are frightened to death when suddenly 3 orcs come in witha aledy bleeding axes.they are begging for their life, when suddenly the stranger lifts his cloak. And pulling his bow from his back. It is a warsinger bow. Well formed and made by elfs...
Rodrick stumbles:"this cant be true... I thought , we thoguht their dead...."
The stranger takes an arrow , shining silver with a deadly look. He pulls it back and shoots. One orc falls to the ground , the two others are surprised . Just when they want to attack, the strangers arm is free from the cloak, and everyvody can see the sign. The old sign of "The Hunters". The stranger is a hunter! The orcs are acreaming in fear two seconds later both dead with an arrow stuck in their head. Thw hunter goes outside shooting now about 12 orcs a minute. The arrows are flying through the air everyone Killing one orc. While the villagers are crying happiness tears, the fight ends after a few minutes.*
When all orcs are dead, the hunter turns to rodrick and answers rodricks question from before:"I'm Sinthareas, one of the last hunters who survived the cruel ambush from the mad god ans im on my way to rookard, telling the oracle from rookard a message and then stright going to my one and only leader:King Tibianus! Hail King Tibianus..!
With this words Sinthareas leaves the villagers and making his way now through secret ways of the hunters , to a lil island in the big world which is called rookgard. He will probably arrive there in the evenung europe time zone.
Sinthareas is me!
