Miss Valary Foebane, Questing Knight!

Born into a poor family, you had few prospects growing up. The youngest of a large family, you lived on the edge of town for most of your life. However that was all to change the day that the goblins attacked! Coming in the night, the monsters had come to raid the village for supplies and had started taking livestock, as well as people as hostages. When they broke into your family's house and tried to carry off one of your sisters, you picked up cleaver from the counter and fought the goblins off, driving them from your house and giving your family enough time to escape. When a relief **** arrived from the local lord, they found you still fighting the goblins and had killed seven off them in total. You joined the lord's forces and so, after aiding in raiding the goblin nest to save the hostages, you were allowed to join the Lord's armies as a Man-At-Arms.

For several years you served in the Lord's armies and won much aclaim, defeating many foes and dangeorus monsters that emerged to threaten the edges of society. Through your martial prowess, you eventually caught the eye of the King himself and in return for your services, he made you an offer. A particularly ferocious dragon had appeared at the borders of his lands and had been carrying off young maidens to its lair! He therefore set you a task: slay this dragon and bring back its heart and head! If you managed this, he would grant you a full Knighthood and would welcome you into the ranks of nobility, a gesture that would have seemed impossible just a few years ago. Taking up your sword, you swore you would not rest until you had slain the dragon and returned with its head and heart, to prove that you were truly worthy of your liege's respect.

Travelling several days by horseback, you soon reached the region where the dragon had most recently been sighted. Leaving your horse in the care of a nearby lord, you set off up the mountain, ready to face your foe in glorious battle. You're filled with trepidation, as you have never faced anything as dangerous as a dragon before, but you have faith that you will be able deal with this monster with ease.

Physically you are quite a specimen. Standing 6 foot 8, you tower over most around you and inspire respect because it. Your hair is dark red and done up in a bun at the back of your head, whilst your eyes are deep green. You are well muscled, both from your youth on the farm and from years on the practice field and on the battlefield. Your abs are strong and it's said that you could grate not just cheese but gold coins on them. You also have rather large breasts, which has proven to be something of an inconvenience in the past and meant that when you went to have your first breastplate made, to protect your chest in battle, you had to have the blacksmith strategically curve two sections of it here and here.

You are very strong and tough, able to crush smaller opponents with ease, as well as shrug off all but the most potent poisons and most greivous wounds. This comes at the expense of your manouverability however, as your size and heavy armour reduce your ability to react. Mentally you are on a par with most people your age and with your level of experience, perhaps with above average levels of skill when it comes to dealing with monsters.

You wear a suit of half-plate armour, that protects your torso and legs. You can't yet afford a full suite however, as even the King could only afford to commission perhaps 40 full suits a year, and as such most of your protecction comes in the form of a suit of chainmail and a gambeson, as well as a shield. Whilst on the battlefield you mostly use a polearm, for this mission you will have to settle for a hand-and-a-half sword and a dagger. Your head is protected by a helmet, that will prevent injuries but might restrict your vision.

And so! You stand before the entrance to Prin's lair. Gripping your shield in your left hand and a lit torch in the right, you step into the gloom. The cool air wraps around you like a cloak and despite your heavy armour, you shiver slightly. As head in a few hundered feet however, you soon reach a junction... and you will have to choose. Left? Or right?