The Adventures of Alaric Ironclaw
Translated from the original gibberish by Brother Chuck of the monastery of St Dude’s on the Rock
The Prologue:
You’re all probably expecting a story about a farm boy who runs away to seek his fortune. Well tough, I am a barbarian warrior who had to flee his tribe after killing a man for grabbing my sack. My sack of gold, cretins. I may be a barbarian but I’m not coarse. Anyway, on with my story.....
I arrived at a small village after many days travelling south from my homeland of Vilnia. I sought out the local hostelry. You know the kind of place. An ugly serving woman and an owner with
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