Hiskala Continent

*sigh* "This rocky sand really gets everywhere.."

All alone in the mountains, a middle-aged man sat on a rock before pulling out his boots to extract the annoying sand;

"This should be the place I agreed on with the church; I have to wait for now. Conserving a little energy is always useful; I guess I will close my eyes for the first time in a while."

Thomas was tall, over 1.85m, Thomas is a soldier, on this cursed continent he really never stopped fighting, now Thomas was a little wary about just everything, after relaxing a little he opened his stats window :

Thomas Lane

Level 11

Title: Old Commander

HP:207/207-Mana 18/24

Strenght:18

Endurance:25

Agility:10

intelligence:20

wisdom:35

Luck:1

Active skills:

-First aid

-Heavy slash

-Steel shield

Passive skills:

-Battle tactic ( all allies deals +5% damage )

-Protection ( all allies take -5% damage )

-Old commander* ( allies listen slightly better to your words)

*Effect of title

"Ahhhh....this war started 8 years ago; in all these years, I was only able to gain 3 levels despite being on the front line for most of the time, really...Hiskala's blessing sure is great but....not for me."

With a little smile, Thomas gently mocked himself...

This continent was named Hiskala's land by the inhabitant, it was a holy place blessed by the blablabla.... the church really taken over this place, physically as well as inside people's mind, Humans who were 'favored' by the goddess gained power really quickly, while the majority advanced at a normal pace but for some reasons Thomas couldn't take the blessing at all, he always believed that was cause he was reluctant to trust the church, as a no believer it would be strange to receive any blessing...

More than 30 years ago, beings from outside the continent started invading Hiskala's land, bringing waves upon waves of suffering. These beings were called 'demons' by the church, and wars seemed never-ending; despite Hiskala's blessings, the native already lost an empire and 3 kingdoms in the north, making it one-third of the entire continent.

The leader of theses demons named himself the Demon lord; he was a terrifying existence, and unpredictable at that; his attacks seemed to have no pattern, like a child changing mind all the time, rendering the war effort and the resources put in it nearly useless ...heavily impacting all the humans living near the border of the Demon country.

"If the bastard does it with purpose, he really is some War god..."

Thomas wouldn't have known at the time, but he could not have been farther from the truth...

*sigh*"Anyway...it looks awful, but that's not the kind of things I can involve myself in, a level 11 old soldier, let's concentrate on this mission."

1 hour later his party finally arrived while being really late, despite this, he was greeted with a: "Hey you there! Are you the old dude that is supposed to protect me ?!"

Thomas frowned; today definitely wouldn't be a good one...