A Kingdom To Rule
A medieval progession story
“DAMMIT” you think to yourself as you lie amongst the corpses of the battlefield “why’d I have to be born as a weakling? Why couldn’t I have been able to live as I wish in the comfort of a castle? Or even a large house…..DAMN!! Now I’ll die a nobody! No one will hear the tales of Morgan the Warrior-Mage of Midnick (the land you live in currently)
As you fade out of the raging fight you realize that none of this matters your still going to die even if your complaining to yourself. So you sigh and close your eyes and slowly fade away into the darkness…….. Only to open your eyes and realize your standing in a large castle looking at a rather well dressed man.
The man looks at you and says:your lucky your related to your father….Since he was such a great man I figure his prodigy should get the chance to realize his potential, you have one chance to change your new life choose a name, form and an ability and they shall be yours.