Introduction
Dear Diary,
My name is Erik, as my name shows I am a ruler, or at least I will be. I am traveling from my Scandinavian home to partake in the wars of this region. I hear there are many spoils to be had and interesting rumors being thrown around. I am travelling here myself, no friends and a little bit of food. I start to sort out my weapons and armor. I am proficient with firearms as my father, he used to be the best shot in our town! My mother was a fast runner, they held annual races for prizes and rum. Though I am young I spent much time with my father hunting out in the wild and forging swords and hammers. I grew strong from this, but I also had strong legs.
Once I reached the land I started wandering through when I reached a small villiage. I heard men yelling for help. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on, so I ran. I cut down the fence in front of me and killed my opposing enemy. I ran over to the men only to hear: "Stay sharp! There are more of them!" I helped as much as I could killing a few.
After they were dealt with he came up to me, I readied my sword. Thankfully he seemed friendly, he wanted to thank me and told me that we should get out of this town before more of those monstrous men arrived. We road out of the village only to find more bandits. We made quick work of them but one managed to hit me with his stick scratching my back. I have to say it felt pretty good getting back in action after days of travelling. After we got out he formally introduced himself.
He told of where to go to get some easy gold. A village elder in Zamoshye needed some help with supplies and bandits, but that is an adventure that I will take another day.
