I’m a human priest, that’s name is Artaxiad Johnson, and was very faithful to his religion which is (insert religion here).I lived in a Great city in the church, I was a faithful severnt of (gods name) and my minister (or head church guy) sent me on a religious trip that he said “That would show me the way I should go”. I was kind of a bum of the church I usually sat in a corner drinking wine but I always did what I was told, I kept to myself. I left the church at my 19th birthday with my new wizard hat, robe, mace, and my (book of religion) I set out. I went into the snowy mountains about 5 leagues from my city. I quickly found myself cold and alone, I was greeted by a band of roaming mercanries.They wanted me to join their ranks and help they fulfill there mission, killing a high ranking follower of the dark dragon. I knew my church hated the dark dragon and what he stood for. So thinking of my mission I accepted there offer and left with the, just 1 league away we were at the edges of his encampment. This was a military encampent, there ranks were few there main force must have gone to do something. After skulking for hours till dark we struck, with burning arrows, shinning swords, and deathly spells we ravaged them there ranks in 5 minutes were less then 10, we had double there men and our captain got foolish sending in a charge we got massacre by our target and his aprentice.soon it was me, and a 6 others against 2 sworsmen, and the 2 magic users. We charged again this time succeeding but at a cost, 3 men left and vs. the 2 users of magic. I threw my mace at the target stunning him and then I quickly killed his apprentice. Then we heard a hunting group of men approaching we retreated. I ran back to my city as fast as I could. I made good time got there in the late morning to see my city in ruins and the soldiers rounding up prisoners, I had to do soemthing,before I could the target was in front of me and threw pure taint at me I dodge it but it got my hand. I prayed (my god) asking for help, I was rewarded with a scream, a distraction he turned to look k and took a dagger on the ground and stabbed him in the throat and I ran from the charging soldiers.