Trees dotted the landscape and the light from the moon illuminated the ground below. The forest stood still, not a creature dared utter their usual calls of the night. Silence held it's grip on the woodland for many minutes. Until the sounds of the wounded and dying broke through the woods. Great pillars of smoke and ash could be seen through the gaps of the trees that stood to witness the destruction. In the distance a once noble city lay burning at the hands of dark besiegers, it's walls sorched under the onslaught. This is the city of Kvatch. It's setting is at a time before the Hero of Kvatch freed the city and before the survivors took refuge in the destroyed chapel. There will be a furture to this city but for now, it's inhabitants are still fighting for their lives. This is just a prolouge to a smaller but no less exciting than that of the Hero of Kvatch's tale. There is no nobility to this story, no gandeur, no knights in shining armour. There is just steel, blood, and the fight for survival. This is not a tale for a Hero. This is a tale for a Warrior.

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Over however long it takes me to finnish this story, I will be adding bits and pieces to this.... whatever it is. Knowing me I don't think I'll be able to finnish it and the parts that I do write will be patheticly short. Please be blunt about your opinions. I don't want any sugar coatings even though I do like cake..... And doughnuts. Oh and please me patient. I tend to have episodes of ADHD so this story will take a while. Anyways hope this story will turn out--- Oh look a squirrel!

It's quite promising, although it's hard to be sure with just a paragraph to go on. I'll certainly be keeping an eye on this.

A very good intro, me like