This is just the intro to my story, everything up to the third paragraph, the “teen years” one would likely be a cutscene, were it to be told in game form, then the player would gain control for the last part of teen years where Kylack goes exploring for the first time in years. This would provide good excuse to lead the player through basic controls, under the guise of Kylack “brushing up on his skills” after so long, preventing any fourth wall break most games fall to for tutorials.

 

Bundled up in an old, ragged blanket and placed none too carefully in a basket, much like those used to pick apples in Cufton orchard, was a baby. It lay in the middle of the road, wailing uncontrollably, making it was a wonder no Giblocks had found it yet. But what was it doing out here, all wrapped up in the middle of nowhere? If the Giblocks didn’t get it, surely a cart would silence it sooner or later. When you think about it, the old man had no option other than to at least take it back to the village. Perhaps someone there would claim it.

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As a young child, Kylack became much like his adoptive Father, Grimley, who upon failing to find someone in Cufton to claim the wailing lost child, ended up taking him in as his own and naming him after the God of Protection, Kylack. He and his wife, Saran, had been unable to conceive a child of their own, so they took this as a blessing, a sign from the gods that they were meant to have a child after all.
Like his Father, Kylack was always busy doing something, though not always what he was meant to be doing, although unlike his Father, he was never content with his world. He loved to explore and was sure he was meant for something greater than this small country town, but what that purpose was, he did not know. Nevertheless, he would seek adventure, and often trouble, wherever it might be found, causing much worry for his adoptive parents.

Fast approaching adulthood, Kylack’s teen years were spent working alongside his Father, who was a blacksmith by trade. Working the anvil since he was twelve, Kylack had bulked up over his youth, and although he was busy working all day, that didn’t stop him from continuing to explore further and further out of Cufton each night. When he was fourteen, his Father commissioned a sword, a bastard sword, also known as a hand-and-a-half sword. A large blade which was something of a cross between a greatsword and a longsword, usually wielded with two hands though some mighty warriors were able to hold them with just one. Kylack was to make all on his own, his first solo project. Determined to prove himself and impress his Father, Kylack put everything he had into that blade. The result was a wonder to behold, despite the boys lack of experience he’d managed to create a bastard sword with impeccable balance, made all the more impressive by the blade, which seemed to never dull, despite being vigorously tested by his Father.
Much to his surprise, one week later, on his fifteenth birthday, his Father presented him the sword and told him it was his to keep.Kylack was overjoyed at the gift, and it was only thanks to his years at the anvil that he was even able to lift the sword. That night, after he’d finished the days chores, Kylack began training, as he did each night after that, putting aside his usual nights of exploration for almost three years to concentrate solely on becoming one with that blade. His work paid off. The night before his eighteenth birthday, Kylack ventured out once again, for the first time in several years. Although this time something was different. The boy was no longer a boy, he was becoming a man. That night, sword strapped to his back, he decided to see if an old cave he had visited often in his years past was still empty. Perhaps he could set up some sort of camp there as a home away from home.
Upon reaching the cave he soon found it was far from empty. Strange noises came from inside, indicating movement, accompanied by sharp, high pitched noises, somewhere between the caw of a crow and the squeak of a rat. Kylack knew this sound, though alien to his ears, he had heard tale of Grimlocks. Small, ugly creatures, humanoid, but far more primitive than humans. They are always found in groups, using primitive tools to kill anything for food. Kylack drew his sword, took a deep breath, and entered the cave.
Seeing their adopted son return home, covered in blood and carrying a small bundle was not what Grimley and Saran were expecting that night, to say the least. Thankfully, little of the blood covering Kylack was his own, and although he had managed to take a fair number of cuts and scrapes, most of the blood was that of the now dead Grimlock tribe’s. After much fretting over their son’s wellbeing Grimley and Saran’s attention turned toward the bundle their son still held in his arms. It was warm, moving up and down slowly but rhythmically, clearly breathing.Kylack placed the bundle on the sheepskin carpet, next to the fireplace, and pulled back some of the cloth to reveal a puppy, its breed impossible to determine, clearly wounded. He’d found it deep in the cave, presumably, it had wondered in their in search of shelter only to be attacked by the cave's inhabitants. It had managed to hide itself in a small inset in the cave, where the Grimlocks couldn’t reach it, though not before they had inflicted several deep cuts.
And so their family grew, naming the dogAkkron, after the God of Luck, Kylack swore to his Father, who was none too pleased about the additional mouth to feed, that he would train the dog himself, and earn enough money to feed it himself too.Kylack would work hard during the days, faithful puppy ever at his side, seemingly watching his every move, it was a curious pup indeed. A trait which Kylack put to use, taking it with him on his night-time excursions, training it as he promised, Akkron became a fine companion, soon proving his worth by giving Kylack early warning of all manner of things, from the presence of Grimlocks ahead to the location of hidden treasures that he might have otherwise overlooked.
Despite his initial run-in with the Grimlocks, Akkron also proved a fearsome attack dog, taking down a few Grimlocks himself from time to time, and saving Kylack’s back on more than one occasion.
The pair made quite the formidable team, forming a bond like no other, a bond they would need in the coming days when their true journey began, as only a few weeks before Kylack’s twenty-first birthday, the destiny he had always known he was meant for began to take shape, though it may not have been the destiny he expected….

 

It’s at the point where the player returns home that the tutorial would conclude, making way for another cutscene for the rest of the story.
To summarise where this story is going, a few weeks before the protagonist’s, Kylacks’s, 21st birthday, as mentioned in the story, his town is going to be attacked. He begins by fighting as best as he can, quite successfully in fact, but his father finds him, panicking, and makes him promise to hide. Kylack hides and overhears that the raiders are in fact searching for him, or at least whoever the baby that was left on the road all those years ago became. He also hears a name, “The Breaker”.
He then spends some time tracking down this man, part of which can be read in the script I’ve written, and this is where the real adventure begins. There will be plenty of obstacles along the way, people to track down in his search for “The Breaker”, the antagonist, who will obviously be the final boss. I also plan to include some side stories relating to the apparent Giblock infestation, it becoming a growing problem etc.