Welcome to Cove

Most curious thing happened to me today, I was going some place... or was I.. Oh anyway I created the magical portal and poof.. I was middle of nowhere.. or ofcourse I was somewhere, but nowhere where I would have known.

So the gate closed behind me while I was looking at a big ogre infront of a building. Didn`t really have time to think what to do or where to go when that thing charged at me, so I said few of the nastyest words I knwe and the ogre fell down quite quickly.
Evil things those ogres roaring and waveing fist and all.. But where was I.. oh right the odd place.

Well I thought the best way to get to know where I was is to ask directions. So what I did was I went to the nearest building and knocked faintly to the door, wouldn`t want to be rude of course. So inside there was a man, wearing a funny looking hat and in a black armour, sure was fine looking armour if you ask me, shiny and all.
 Well as I entered the man was bit stunned, well not stunned but something like that. So he asked what I wanted so I told him the story. Or I think I did.

He wanted me to help him somehow, how could I refuse to help him when he was nice enough to tell me where I was.. Cove he said.. or I think.. so anyway just in a blink of an eye I was writing my name on a paper and wearing a nice looking uniform.
He wanted me to help with some evil force that was nearby this town called Cove, think that was the town I was in, but I wasn`t sure.. or was I. Well he wanted me allso help him with some resource gathering, bandages he sayd. I had a book with nice place to find some sheeps, well the place itself isn`t too nice, but the sheeps are.
Hour later I returned to the same house, barracks as the man told. There was a loom and a spinning wheel there, so I thought why not make something out of the wool I had.

(http://mywebpage.netscape.com/LeanaEson/Cloth.JPG)

Now where could I put these bolts of cloths now so that I could go get some more...

Convincing those Covians, are they not? *grins*
Welcome aboard.

Commander Eason