The forgotten heroes - Chapter One "The adventure begins." - Sex Stories

The forgotten heroes - Chapter One "The adventure begins."

The night air was quick and unforgiving the village of Knotsvill. A small poor farming village in the middle of the North Island. While it looks poor on the outside its in the middle of the North Island trade route under the protection of Lord Bach and his well to do knights of the Fifth Dragon. You have just came into the village a young man with a decent river rat coat to shield you from the cold of the night air. It has been years since you been back to Knotsvill. Almost instinctively you look to the hill hoping to see your family enjoying a late picnic. Even though you know your family been dead for years ever since that raid from a pack of wild thugs and bandits came threw the village and burned half of it to the ground. Walking down the dirt road you spot a pub a recently new one or at least new to you. As you make your way there you see a group of drunkers swilling down a water skin full of the nastiest smelling ale you ever smelled in your life. "Aye look it there you look familiar to me boy." said a drunk older man with bushy eyebrows and a distinct smell of dry piss. "You boy hey..I'm talking to you." the old man slurs as you make your way past him and the other drunks. Once your inside the pub the sound of jolly drunk men and bar maidens fighting off the advances of intoxicated men as well a bard singing and strumming his string instrument fill your ears. You spot a free stall at the bar and sit down and order a beer to kill the dry dust from a long walk from your ...

... camp not to far from Knotsvill. The bartender gives you an once over with his good eye and quietly warns you. "Best take your drink and move that seat is reserved." You look up at him an old fat man with a bald head shiny from sweat looks back at your scared face. "Reserved? Well I'll move when the Lord of the village comes to sit his royal ass on this stall." you say with a gruff voice as you take a sip of the lightly warm beer. "You been told young one but take the fight out to the street when it starts." The bartender said as he walked back to the front of the bar. The froth from the beer dissipated and you saw your reflection in the golden liquid. You see your short black hair looking messy as always and the scar that runs from your left eyebrow to the top of your skull are more noticeable then your small scars from past battles that cover your face. As you finish your beer and are about to see if the rooms for the night were still available you feel someone approaching you from behind. "Who's that sitting in my seat?" Asked a huge fat blob of a man who towered at six feet tall and about ten feet wide. You turn around and see the behemoth looking at you with a cruel smile smeared across his fat face. "Your no Lord." You say and turn back around. "The devils do you mean?" The obese man asked as he stepped closer to you with every one of his steps almost bending the wooden floor. "Only a Lord or a person of Lordly title can have reservations on anything even bar stools in ...