Once a Long time ago. In a world of Magic and Technology, there was a Man named [REDACTED] or "The Good Sir" as some people called him.

He was a guy who was good with Magic, but he preferred to use heavy mele weapons more, then just throwing Fire Balls and lightning here and there. He wanted to have weapons that had an UMF to them, when it hit something.

He was considered a Hero by the villigeres and some citys to. He took quests, went on adventures with a few people now and again, Killed Monsters and Bandits that where harassing the people, and earned a lot of glory and renown for his deeds.

Yet even tho he had done soo much good, he felt EMPTY inside.



This is a little story i had brewing in my mind, hope you like what you read.