Nr_Yet1208

~In a world where death is everywhere and the gods do nothing, living is hardly a blessing. The dark realm- the gods call this world. 
One day or rather one night, a young man- Daarc Green, finds himself stranded in the middle of a forest. He is hunted by goblins and then the undead. But wasn't he in his room all this time? And why would these things come after his life? Things didn't make sense but he marched deeper into the forest and met a statue of an angel.
Will he survive to tell the tale?~

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Dawn- An age of Darkness

The smith didn't say anything past that but he looked at me with quite the wonder. He looked at my wounds too. As he left he looked at her. "Give him good equipment."


What the hell is going on here? Who is the owner? Can someone explain this to me?


Unfortunately, no one did and the man went straight back into the smithy.


"Groag, bring the latest two sets of armor and those two gloves and boots over there," the woman shouted.


A guy in the back answered. I couldn't tell what was going around me anymore. The place was too damn crowded. People were really busy buying and selling stuff. But even so, it was a lively place. There wasn't any chaos. I kind of liked it.


"Try these on over there." The armors had arrived. She pointed me to the dressing room. 


I picked them up and these things were very heavy. 


How the heck do people wear stuff like this?


How could she be married!