The Magnificent

Origin of The Magnificent

The Magnificent. A tale long lost in the archieves of all beings alike. I still remember when all Orc's, Elfs, Gnomes, you name it, feared this group made up of...one of each kind. Many have forgotten it, but the story was reborn when we discovered you child.

Many years ago...

Zola laid in her bed as the sun started to rise. As it did the darkness seemed to dissapear. The darkness that the villagers feared.

"Zola, sweety wake up please."

Zola groaned. The thought of getting off her bed was like thinking about living in the parasitic swamps of Duxull.

"Mom can I get up in mid-day please."

"Sweety I told you, were not izcales."

"I wish we were."

"Come on. Get up."

Soon after Zola got off her bed she started to prepare breakfast.

"Sweety what are you doing?"

"Making breakfast mom. What else."

"Honey I told you, you don't have to be doing this."

"Mom, you keep working and working. You deserve a break."

Her mother started to tear up.

"Your father would be so proud Zola."

"He would?"

"Of course he would."

Zola's father had died while defending the village from a raid.

"What are you going to make sweety?"

"Eggs with some ham."

"Sounds delicious. I'll go get some milk from the cows."

Zola looked outside the window as her mother exited the cabin. She would consider herself a halfling because of her great cooking, but in reality, she was human. She cracked the eggs onto the frying pan and placed it over the miniature bonfire that was on top of a square shaped stone.

"Oh jeez I forgot to turn it on."

She used a bottle of traped fire to start it up.

"Hey Zola you up!?"

She looked outside her window to see her bestfriend Enica.

"Good morning Enica!"

"Morning! Can I come inside?"

"Sure!"

Zola was excited to see her bestfriend. They have been together ever since they were two.

"Enica!"

Zola tightly hugged Enica.

"Morning Zola...where's your mom?"

"She went to go get some milk from the cows. Why?"

"There has been some terrible new's. That's why."

"Terrible?"

"The Grands have sent a messager to all villages to stay alert for raiders."

"Has there been any attack's?"

"Well three were reported."

Usually the max number of attacks would be two. Hearing the number three made Zola curious.

"Who's leading the attacks?"

"No one knows. Maybe it could be...Alpocha."

"Shhhhhhh!!!! Don't say that!"