The land of Rogona had been taken over by Orcs. They had ruthlessly burned entire towns to the ground and took out anyone they found.

You had lost everything and was on the move, trying to find somewhere, anywhere safe. You had found yourself with a larger group of other refugees trying to find sanctuary.

Everyone was setting up camp when screams and cries broke out. A group of Orcs had found your group. You picked up a sword and began fighting, but so many people were dropping around you.

The fight didn't take long before you were the last one left, and as the orcs decended, you knew it was over.

All of a sudden, from the sky dropped a man on a fearsome and beautiful dragon. He was blocking the orcs path to you. He was breathtaking to watch while he and his dragon finished off the rest of the orcs.

He then approaches you. He holds out his hand.

"Come"