The begining

"Long ago when this world was riddled with magic users, there was a great and terrible Beast who hated humanity and who's soul purpose was to destroy life as we knew it. The Beast raised an army of monsters, demons, undead, and when to each of the great cities of long ago and one by one raided, razed, and rampaged, until he came to the greatest city of all and with his army he laid siege, but the beast was pushed back by the beautiful Princess Eve. Eve Who ruled the land with a gentle hand stood firm to defend her people, Eve met the Beast in an epic combat that left forests aflame, mountains crumbling, and shook the very land we stand on.

The battle Raged on Ten days and on that tenth day Eve built up all her strength and struck a fatal blow on the Beast weakening him then summoned a enormous pit and cast him down into it, but the Beast had one last trick, as it fell it cast a spell that turned the beloved Eve into crystal that shattered. 

With the Beast along with Eve gone, That left what was left of humanity to try and rebuild, try to heal, and try to forget, but some say that deep in the ruins of the old world you can hear the Beast scratching trying to get out and when he does only" Just then one of the drunks in the bar threw a mug and cracked him upside the head. "Why don't you sing us a pretty song instead of telling us that bloody old story" he slurred.

With the bard on stage knocked unconscious, The Drunken Traveler tavern go back to its noisy and rowdy self until a shriek pierced the air "RATS" the Inn owners wife Mrs. Dougal came stomping up from the cellar, the short plump woman was red in the face as she appeared through the door way and shouted at her husband "SINCE YOU DIDN'T GET SOMEONE TO KILL THOSE DAMN RATS I WILL! anyone in here think they can take on some rats for me it'll earn you a warm meal and a bed for the night". A halfling hopped up on his chair and volunteered himself and his companion, as an elf at the bar also volunteered.  a small boy of the age of 8 tugged on her apron "can I help too?" Mrs. Dougal sat him down "no leave it to these men Dine they should be able to do it"

She let the three travelers down into the basement where there was large wooden door blocking the way she unlocked it "I saw at least seven bring them up when your done and I'll have supper ready" as she walked back to the bar she didn't notice the little boy sneak past her. The halfling started sizing up the elf who stood five foot six inches, over 2 and a half feet higher then himself, with olive skin and an angular face, was wearing leather armor with elvish runes etched on the breast and carrying an elven longbow and a quiver of arrows, he said "well since we will be working together my name is Sly Jack and this here is Tidus" motioning to the six foot flat man with a solemn look on his face in the breast plate with a spear and shield on his back.

The elf glared at Tidus then looked Jack up and down noticing is chain shirt and short sword and his cheerful expression "My name is Mathius Greenwood and it doesn't seem like you could kill anything with that tiny of a sword". "Are we killing things?" the three finally noticed the small boy named Dine standing next to them, he was wearing only a shirt, shorts, and a squirrel on his shoulder, he pointed to the squirrel "Pete doesn't think we should kill them maybe just try to move them." Mathuis pushed him to go up the stairs "go back to your mother small human." Jack then opened the door and a chill went up their spines.