Prologue
There is a village hidden in away Alverez's Valley, Vasquez. The village's population was made up of mostly of peasants, and a few carpenters, smithies, stone masons, and farmers. There was one particular family, consisting of a father, mother, two sons, and a daughter who was soon to be married to the town's wealthiest carpenter's son. That family was trained especially in the art of smithing, the family was The Vasquez's. They had an old run-down shack, but they had dug a basement, which was fairly spacious, with the tools which they had made decades, nay, a century ago. This family's ancestors had founded the town, yet they were some of the most poor in the village. They only earned approximately five saps a week, hardly enough to buy a loaf of bread for the five Vasquez's for a day.
The younger son was working out in the mine, getting ore for the forge. He swung his shoddy pickaxe again, and again, and again in search of some ore. He swung his pickaxe for about the 45,756th time that day, and discovered a glowing shard of some sort of mineral embedded in the stone. He worked furiously to get the shard out of the stone. When we finally got the shard out, he then dropped his pickaxe and dashed for his father, working at the forge, to show him his eerie discovery.
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The Great Adventures of a Varvoldian
FantasyA boy finds a glowing gem. The drow in a city plan the downfall of a guild hundreds of miles away. How long will it take to figure out the gem before the drow get there?
