This world is... Different. Danger and creatures, robbers and thieves, the poor and the lost, the heroes, the villains, the adventurers and kings. This world is not what you know. No, this world is something out of a fantasy novel. And you got to be an important character. You were an adventurer. Well known across all the kingdoms, those with alliances or not. You were known for not tying yourself down to a single kingdom - you were known for your travels, your visits to taverns, your acts of heroism for the people and the children of the world. Masked and cloaked, you were known for your anonymity. You were known for a lot of things, to keep it short - and you were, for lack of better word, a legend.

Ross had just been on a walk. He did it almost every day, walking through the less populated areas between the kingdoms because he had no family, he had nowhere to be permanently. So he wandered. He wasn't an adventurer. Wasn't anywhere close - he was only 16, after all. He had not the weapons, the experience, or anything else required. He had not the bravery, yet. This time, though, he met a thing. Large and lumbering and hungry. But someone swooped in just before he got an arm tore off. "I-" He just kind of stared at you, shell-shocked. Where had you even come from? And was it really- No. You could see the disbelief plastered all over his expression as he kind of just.. stared at you. "There's no way."