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Allir Reach, a region of much safety and little wealth. Perhaps the most fertile land in all of Epressa, it was once fought over to know end, until decisively it fell into human hands. Not it exists almost silently, protected and exploited by both merchants from Alliria and lords who lay claim back when land disputes still ran hot. It was a silent existence, but an accepted one
“I told you Ma, I heard something out behind the shed. It’s gotta be one of them goblins that tore up cousin peytro’s farm!” The young man tried to tug his spear away from his old mother as she desperately gripped on to it with both hands.
“But Sunny, what if it ain’t?” The old woman pleaded. “Can’t you just wait until Pa and Fred get back and maybe also get the guards to help?”
“By the time they get here it would be too late, I gotta stop em now Ma!” With a sudden yank, Sunny ripped his spear from his mother’s grip— dashing off to the old wooden shed as she sat there tears in her eyes and fear in her heart.
Sunny didn't feel much better, trying to tune out his mother’s cries and cursing the Allirian guard for not being here like they always were in the past. He steadied his breath, clenched his spear, and swung around the shed to see a bull headed man, no less than 10 whole feet tall.
What’s more, the Minotaur was fighting something— a rabbit-man of some kind, dressed in red and green and wielding a sharp looking polearm.
“Best get back to your ‘ma’ fella!” Irman shouted as he dodged a heavy swing from the Minotaur’s wooden club. “This here’s a cut above some hungry goblins.”
“I told you Ma, I heard something out behind the shed. It’s gotta be one of them goblins that tore up cousin peytro’s farm!” The young man tried to tug his spear away from his old mother as she desperately gripped on to it with both hands.
“But Sunny, what if it ain’t?” The old woman pleaded. “Can’t you just wait until Pa and Fred get back and maybe also get the guards to help?”
“By the time they get here it would be too late, I gotta stop em now Ma!” With a sudden yank, Sunny ripped his spear from his mother’s grip— dashing off to the old wooden shed as she sat there tears in her eyes and fear in her heart.
Sunny didn't feel much better, trying to tune out his mother’s cries and cursing the Allirian guard for not being here like they always were in the past. He steadied his breath, clenched his spear, and swung around the shed to see a bull headed man, no less than 10 whole feet tall.
What’s more, the Minotaur was fighting something— a rabbit-man of some kind, dressed in red and green and wielding a sharp looking polearm.
“Best get back to your ‘ma’ fella!” Irman shouted as he dodged a heavy swing from the Minotaur’s wooden club. “This here’s a cut above some hungry goblins.”