Greetings my friend! I am Leppa Rune. I am but a mere merchant from Kevo, a country from far off. However, I was not always a merchant. In my youth, I was an officer in the Kevo military. I then became the well-known Leppa The Dragon Slayer.

The military lifestyle was in my blood. My father, Kristoh, was the Commander of the Army. My mother, Anastasia, was a Field Officer as well. My twin sister, Tarria, is an officer in Kevo as well as being a Mage (although we are Human. But that is another story for another time.).

I had become an officer due to an immediate threat to our beautiful city and lifestyle. I quickly earned rank but it wasn’t until the arrival of the beasts that I had to take matters into my own hands.

Horrific beasts, the dragons, had been released against Kevo and the peace-loving Humans, Mage folk, Dwarves and Fairies of the area. Hundreds were killed. It was a terrible loss of life and a time of mere destruction.

I was the one to volunteer to take on the dragons. Dragon slaying became full time after killing my first dragon towards the end of the Graw War. I have a final tally of eleven dragon slain by my hand. One of those was the bull dragon which terrified our lands. His death secured that there will be no more dragons born in these lands.

In case you didn’t know, there are very very few males known as bulls. There can be three or four hundred females also known as cows, for each bull in any given area. If you kill a cow, there isn’t a real change in situations. A bull can fertilize thousands of eggs with a single fly by. The bull is the one you have to kill to ensure victory. The only problem with that is that the cows are fifteen to forty feet long from snout to tip of tail. The bulls can be anywhere from one hundred to three hundred feet long and approximately thirty feet tall. In my situation, the bull was two hundred and sixty feet long and twenty-four feet tall.

This bull was my most grand and last victory. It was the closest I had been to dying. If it wasn’t for my beautiful wife, Darrien, I would have died right there on that burnt field.

I had thrust my sword into the chest of the bull. I was over-confidently walking away. Unfortunately, I had not seen his spiked tail swinging around as he crashed down onto the ground. One of the fourteen-inch spikes swung around into my path and quickly impaled me through my Armour and impaled my chest.

I could hear Darrien screaming as I saw the ravens coming for my soul. Luckily for me, Darrien has a special ability. She is a Healer. She ran to me and healed me almost instantly saving my life. She convinced me to call it an end to my dragon slaying days and to find another line of work. Although I was healed, My body could only heal so much. I was no longer physically capable of doing my job as a Field officer in the military. I decided with support of my family and closest friend Slobodon, to become a merchant. Darrien is much happier and sleeps better now that I am only a merchant.

So that is how I became a merchant. I will tell more tales of my past adventures right here on this page. I have many stories to tell and many words of wisdom to pass on to the next generations. I hope you will come by and learn about my life and times as a dragon slayer.

There will be plenty of things to look at on this site. Come read, learn and purchase some goods. I don’t think you will be disappointed. You take care. If you need me, I’ll be right here. I’ll talk to you soon my friend.