Petterson Family/Or'es Por

Or'es Por grew up in the dark city of Athol Margos, Beluaterra. His family had just moved there from their recently home of Nida, Atamara. As he grew the town and island was getting attacked by Undead. His father Kais and his Uncle Ghostly were out many nights fighting the Undead and Monsters preventing them from entering their mansion in any mean necessary.
As he grew he watched the city of Athol Margos prosper and become a glorious, golden city. As it was before. Before Or'es was even born.

Gates of Sale

Or'es stands tall and proud as he enters the city of Sale. "Sordnaz lives here..." he mutters to himself. "Maybe Ill get a look at this great man Ive heard few words about?"

An old man over hears him and leans towards him as he walks past. "Im sorry son, Sordnaz has left to do realm duties, Im afraid he isnt here!"

Or'es slouches. "What a waste of time. I suppose Ill meet up with the army. Better to start small, with the army, that everyone meets and work my way up to meeting a powerful man under full control of a realm."

"Ill be a Viking!" he screams as many people walk past. He gets knocked about by quite a few people who walk past and he falls to the fall.

"A Viking indeed" says a man shaking his head. "You have a lot to learn! Can you even hold this?" The man throughs a sword at his feet. "Or would you prefere a pick axe and join these minions in my Mines...?"

Or'es leans forward still on his butt. He quickly twists until he is on one knee. He holds his hand out to grap the sword. "Is this... for me?" questions Or'es.

The man was nowhere to be seen. Now in possession of a Smitcer. Or'es gets to his feet and heads for the Gates of Sale. Off to join the army in Ashmoor.