I was once the strongest man in the kings army. He favored me and gave me the best pay. I served him for 10 years, when he was killed. I served his son all the same. But he was different. He was nicer to others and stopped the sve trading. After a small time he sent me out to hell. I went on this mission with multiple others. During battle I lost both of my eyes. The king suggested that I retire but I didn't. He died of disease just after that. Once again there was a new king. The old kings grandson. He hated thar my father kept me in the army. Not because of pity but because he thought I was weak. I moved out into the Orc territory and trained my magic. I leaned to see again through magic. Now I vow to protect this kingdom. No matter what the king thinks about me I will protect him.