Gendor 5:30 p.m. friday afternoon

Carnen lived in Gendoria; a country of civilized men that was once an empire. Gendoria once controlled Greseth; that is now overrun by wild men from the south and west. Trolls came from the north in hordes, driven out of the rocks by the rock elves. Cror and crorii invaded from the east landmass and the goblins grew more and more bold, venturing out of the mountains and raiding small towns and villages. The good peoples of the west landmass were in disunity, the wood elves and rock elves hated each other and no one trusted a Gendorian. Dwarves cared little about anyone except for themselves. The only people they were on good terms with were the rock elves.

Carnen was a loner who lived in the eastern frontier of Gendoria. He was one of a group who had sworn a sacred oath not to let Gendoria be overturned by evil and to uphold the name of God who they worshipped. They wore black or brown and would not eat anything sweet or have any alcoholic drink; they were called the Guardians. Their oath went like this. ‘I solemnly swear to uphold Gendoria, the name of God and the city of Gendor. I swear that while I live Gendoria will not fall, Gods name will be praised and honored, and the city of Gendor will be upheld. I will guard the sacred alter that God gave to us with my life, I will die defending it.’
As Carnen walked people cheered and clapped. The Guardians had won a great battle against the Cror and Crorii. The king had called a gathering of the Guardians to congratulate and encourage them.
Carnen walked through the streets seemingly unarmed except a sword at his side and a bow in his hand. But he really had a long and two short swords on his back and two daggers strapped to his legs. He walked a ways farther and then turned to face a huge building. He did not have to tell the guards who he was; everyone knew a Guardian by sight. Carnen walked toward the doors, the guards quickly opened them and Carnen found himself in a huge hall that could fit thousands. Carnen found his seat and sat, it was a strange feeling to sit in a cushioned chair with a roof over your head and servants constantly at your service, Especially for a man who was used to the hard ground for a bed and no roof when it rained. A trumpet sounded and a man obviously the king walked onto the pavilion. The king spoke “Dear Guardians of the sacred altar, of our country of this city, who uphold the name of God and”-“Your majesty!” a man ran into the room panting for breath. “The Cror and Crorii have just attacked Asgoreth they are trying to capture the sacred alter. The Guardians of Asgoreth request your immediate assistance.”
In seconds the hall was empty and the king was left standing there with an unfinished speech and an attendant standing next to him in a daze.
“Well, did you hear him or not you son of a lizard?! Sound the call to arms!”