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[SIZE=3]Valthalion the Forgotten[/SIZE]

Valthalion walked up the lonely road, looking for a place to stay. A Youth of only Sixteen years, many shire-folk wondered why he walked thusly, a sword at his side, a bag on his back and an empty water skin in his hand. Stopping for a brief moment in order to ask for directions to the nearest inn, Valthalion continued his walk to his new destination, the Green Dragon Inn.

As he neared the location, a crimson light sprung up on the horizon, shadowed by a dense, black fog. "That is a fire, or i'm asleep!", bellowed Val, and he sprinted in the direction of the fiery beacon. There he saw a terrible sight-injured people everywhere, and a bucket brigade of brave folk trying to quell the fire's thirst. A young hobbit lass ran toward him and said quickly "Big Person, we need your help in order to stop this fire." That was all he had to hear. Throwing his sword and gear on the ground, Valthalion ran toward the burning building to help the exhausted people.