OOC: I see already what this type of RPG requires. It looks promising although without much of a plot involved.
IC: Alrik was running slowly. His breathing was steady. He looked like one of the runners of a marathon race with the exception of almost a hundred kilograms of armor on him. If one saw the smooth and steady way he was running, one could bet he would outrun most people even with all the armor on him. Alrik was considered exceptional even within the members of his own tribe. At the age of four, he managed to defeat a bear, and at the age of fourteen he was already 2.10 m tall. He mastered the swordsplay and the battle strategy from the greatest Barbarian warrior ever known - Konan. The exceptional weapons, which he found in an ancient tomb, turned out to contain extraordinary magical powers. Once he was rushing through a thunderstorm when a lightning fell on him.Strangely enough he did not take any damage. Later on, he found that his shield, which he called Stormshield, was the one which gave him resistance to and control over lightning. His sword looked enormous, but was as easy as feather to wield. The sinister sharpness of its blade had been mentioned in legends and tales. The sword seemed to have a thought of its own. Whenever Alrik was trying to do something new, to experiment with his enemies, the sword obeyed, as if waiting for Alrik to understand and explore its abilities. It was his most trusted partner.
The climate was hot, the armor did protect him from the sun, but even for a giant with such stamina, a race through the desert could be exhausting. He continued, day and night, not stopping, until he crossed the desert, and set foot to the continent of Dragons. One of the most powerful dragons, he had heard, was supposed to be on a characteristically-shaped mountain. Its mountain looked like a the tooth of a saber tooth tiger. It was difficult to access, and even more difficult to get away from. He had to find it whatever the cost.