OOC: wow, 9 pages while I was gone. That's a whole lo you know. I did not really think of going so fast in the beginning, but it's fine that way.
IC: Alrik was disturbed by strange dreams. Wild dragons, incredibly powerful mages, shapeshifters and all those creatures he has never seen before. Everything seemed unreal, magical, even impossible.
"... and that's what awaits you, Alrik" said the magician of the Barbarian tribe shaking Alrik's shoulder. The giant opened his eyes slowly, not surprised at all when he saw the magician sitting in front of him. The barbarian stood up, nodded and headed straight for the smith. He had to prepare for his journey. It was not a quest for conquest, nor one for banishing evil. It was a journey that was shrouded in mystery. As the only one who would represent his tribe, Alrik had to travel thousands of miles on foot, in order to survive, and bring evidence of the dragons. They were not his enemies. On the contrary, they could prove a powerful ally in this unsteady world, shaken by darkness and evil.
A rumor has passed from mouth to mouth that Diablo, the Prime Evil, the ruler of Hell, was gathering his demon legions, and was preparing to launch a major attack on the forces of Heaven. The weak balance between Heaven and Hell was beginning to crack. It was up to earthly creatures to determine the end of the battle. If that battle was to be in their lifetime, the Barbarians would do everything possible to defend the angels against the threacherous plans of the Three Evils. They had sent him on a quest to search for allies, who would join in case a war started.
Alrik visited the smith, a wonderful chap named Harad. He was thought to be one of the strongest men among all Barbarians. Alrik was on the same level, although he used his strength in battle rather than for forging weapons and armor. He told Harad that he was about to leave, and the smith took the sword, the armor,the shield, the gauntlets, the battle boots, and all the necessary equipment Alrik needed.
After preparing to leave, Alrik felt that he had to inform one last person for his departure - his son. He kneeled by the bed and kissed his four year old "wee" boy as he called him. Alrik did not want to stay any longer, as he was supposed to wake him up and tell him what he was up to. He left the town late at night, in his full armor, bearing the powerful amulet of the High lord. It was meant to give him strength and resistance in battle. After the city gate closed silently behind him, he set off east in search for the dragons.