A new Journey

The clash of battle assails your ears as your friends, your companions for the last year engage in a life or **** struggle. Their hearts are set and determined as they fight not only for their own lives, but for the well-being of those they cherish. Likewise, you think of those back home as you grip you sword and shield tightly. Failure simply isn't an option.

The creature before you stands watching you as a predator sizes up its next meal. It stands upright as all known sentient creatures do and it likewise wields a gnarled blade of iron, except it's scaly hide and hunger in it's eyes betray it for the savage beast it truly is. This foul thing stands in your and prevents you securing a hope for your people. There is no reasoning nor diplomacy; your only hope is to vanquish your foe and as soon as possible so that you may aid your fellow caravaner's in their fight.