Long ago there was peace amoungst the people in Minstral. They sang together and shared crops. Then the dragon of fire came, his body measured well over twenty feet and he was colored a bloody red. His scales were so hot they lit things on fire that they touched. His breath would turn anything and everything to ash that it touched. Many tried to kill the dragon but none succeeded in the suicidal task.
The small city was at peace for once in a long while, most things were burnt black. There was no sound from the cheerful birds that sang their song before. They lay dead, cooked, and steaming on the blackened path. The towns people lay hidden in secret huts built under ground. They had small holes they peered out of looking for any sign of the dragon. They saw nothing but a lone figure standing at the foot of the city, his cape flapped in the wind as his hair was blown across his face. He walked with no sound, many believed that he was death come to take them to the next world. As he walked the massive figure of the dragon stepped infront of him. Those behind the dragon saw nothing, but those seeing the side view saw it all. The man continued to walk on, the light never touched him, it was as if the light was afraid to show his identity. The dragon spoke in a booming voice," Turn away boy and live." The man continued on, not paying attention. The dragon charged with a roar and leaped over him bringing his claws towards his head. The villagers had seen this before and it usually killed those who dared stand against the feared beast. The stranger went to one knee and drew his sword pointing it up towards the sky with his left hand on the back of the blade in a guide. The dragon landed behind him with a thud, its tail landing directly next to the stranger, and it gave a loud scream in pain. Its chest exploded from itself from the cut that severed him. There is collapsed on its side leaving a pool of boiling blood. The stranger took out small papers and wiped the blade free from blood and let the wind take them. The villagers rejoiced and let the stranger stay with any whom he wished. He chose to go into the woods and there he fell asleep. None saw his face, for when he slept he was never seen again...


Until now! The crys of pain and suffering have been heard once again. The stranger has awoken from his slumber and walks the streets of this city, they have pernounced him leader though he refuses it. In this city all are safe and none will feel alone again, the stranger stays mostly in the shadows and none have seen his face. It is rumored he is a cross breed between a wood elf and a drow (dark elf). He rarly speaks of his past and will take any challenge given to him. He is Granthar, Marquis to Elfheim and ruler of Sleeping Minstral. None know of his powers, none wish to find out. The city has seen him hold strong magical powers never seen before and the ability of the sword stronger than most. He speaks of a brother named Fury and a Sister named Katrina whom both hold similar powers of magic and of the the blade. Perhaps one day they will find their way towards this city and join Granthar.