[imported_Fable]

*Fable, the young warrior coming from an almost extinct non human, but still human race enters the blue moon in*
"One bottle of ale, my dear bartender" he sais.
-here ye' go mate.
"bartender, heard any rumors"?
- Well. there is this rumor ive heard some drunkies talk about.. but i dont believe this story.
"please, tell me."
- allright, but this may not sound like a song in your ears.
"allright, i can handle it"
- these people claim Lord Blackthorne is to come back..
" Blackthorne?!?" the scum who slaughtered my people... would be nice to avenge my poor brother who died trying to defend me..
- aye but I must warn thee.. if these rumors are true, u have to train even further. ive seen your skills in combat young one. you posess great power and you can handle magic wisely. but i'm afraid thou must surpass your knowlegde and become stronger and better in all ways.
" I see..."
-My friend, the bottle of ale costs five gold coins, please.
"here you go."
- Dear customer, u said something about that Blackthorne has slaughtered your "people" can u please clarify this to me?
" Don't mind if i do. I come from a race, not an elf nor a human, but something between.. but my people are born with great potential of magic and combat skills and we learn fast and advance four times faster than the smartest of humans.. however we dont die, and stay dead. we resurrect and we get stronger for every resurrection. however we may have a low temper.. strangely i dont."
- I see.. now go my young fellow.. go and train and prepare. Farewell.
good bye.
*Kal Ort Por*
* Fable disappeared*