Once upon a time the brave and storied hero Godwin Lonesworn was traveling the country side of Vraleth, looking for wrongs to right, evil to vanquish, and justice to be served. In his travel he found the Roselake village, a quaint little hamlet in desperate need of a hero. For a villainous warlock had stolen all the children of the village to sacrifice to his dark god.

Godwin road out with his magic sword to rescue the children and smite the warlock. He battled the magicians demon servants and stormed his Onyx tower with faith and valor in his heart. He reached the highest level of the tower were the warlock stood waiting with the children bound and ready to be slaughtered. The two did battle and the warlock was slain and the children cheered! All except one...

A little black haired boy no older than 5 had sliped out of his bonds and instead of attempting escape, had crawled under the altar he was to be gutted on and fell asleep, oblivious to the ferocious duel taking place mere feet from him. Godwin returned all of the children to their families and scoured the realm for the boy's parents. The boy himself had no idea were he came from as he had spent his life working as a servant to the warlock. Unable to find the boy's family Godwin adopted the child and named him Gilligan, after the knight who had trained Godwin.

Enjoying the gentle hills, tranquil forrests, and Crystal waters of Roselake, Godwin built a beautiful villa in the county to raise Gilligan in. As a boy Godwin tried to instill the values of honor, valor, and dedication to all that is good in Gilligan. Yet he found a lazy and uncooperative student. Gil would prefer to spend his time napping, fishing, and reading the day away. Godwin tried as he might he could never motivate the boy and his time was torn between training Gil in the sword and justice, and traveling the world smiting evil.

One day when Gilligan was 14 years old Godwin woke his son from sleep at the crack of dawn and told him, "Son, I'm going on a quest. I... don't think I'll be back for a very long while. I don't suppose you would like to come along? We could make this your very first quest!" "Algh umpth, izz... 5 minutes..." was all the response he got. Godwin smiled and said, "I thought as much." he then removed his legendary greatsword and dropped it on his son's stomach. The heavy weight of it woke Gilligan up a bit more and he stared in confusion at the magic weapon.

"I won't be around to protect you son. So I figure Oculus will have to do it for me." Godwin answered the quizzical look. The blade was truly a work of art. Forged by the dwarves from their strongest steel, the blade would never break, dull, or rust and could cut lines into the face of a mountain if a strong hand were to guide it. Furthermore it was blessed with magic from the elves and the high sorcerers of man to be a threat to any being. It could sever the connection to plans unknown wounding ghost, demons, and stranger things still. Their was only one problem...

"Umm... Dad? I can't lift this. It's... To heavy." Godwin ignored the complaint and walked towards the door. As he left he yelled behind his back, "Lift the sword above your head twice a day and one day you'll be able to wield it as if she were air!" and just like that he was gone. Of on some other unknown quest.

Gilligan spent the next half hour dragging the sword to his closet, and he went back to bed, with no intention of touching it again.

[center][b]Four Years Later[/b][/center]

Godwin hasn't been seen or heard from in years. Gilligan, now a man, is responsible for years worth of unpaid taxes wiping out the fortune left him. The tax collector comes to Roselake in two weeks And Gilligan doesn't have near enough gold to keep his beautiful villa. But... he dose have enough money to buy a old short sword and some bandages. And that barrel lid with some leather straps could be a convincing buckler. And wasn't the tax collector complaining about the last collector getting robbed? Near the old ruins wasn't it?