h-Wh-Where... Where am I? Something must have gone wrong. This is not the place I was supposed to land..." He was supposed to arrive in an old temple, however, the room he appeared in looked everything but that. Burchan scanned the surrounding area. He found himself inside of a small cave. At second glance it appeared not to be a cave at all but a basement instead. An old, depraved basement.

"I have to focus... No need to panic. Where is this piece of paper...?" He searched his pockets and fetched an old scrap out of his left pocket. Some letters were faded so he struggled to make out the words.


"What a great start..." he thought as he climbed up some stairs to the upper floor, from where he had heard voices and laughter. As he reached the top, he was standing in the middle of an adventurers' outpost with lots of humans rushing through different exits, swiftly changing clothes every time they left the building. Mumbling something about spells, runes and vocations to choose from. Those words were kind of lost on Burchan. As he looked around, he spotted a man in a counter named Inigo. While he approached him, Inigo stared at Burchan as if he already knew who he was and what he wanted. Burchan needed help and this man seemed like the kind of person to provide some information about this place. Inigo greeted him and offered his assistance, which helped Burchan to gather a lot of clues. He was at Dawnport, a spot where humans learn to fight and prepare themselves for the hard journey in a world filled with danger and brutality.

Burchan remembered the words on the old piece of paper. Dawnport was definitely not mentioned on it. "I need to go to a place called Riotguard or something like that. Have you ever heard about an island with this name or a similar one? Please tell me." Inigo did not seem to recognise any place like that, as he whispered the name over and over again. Suddenly his eyes opened widely as he stated: "Rookgaard! There is an island called Rookgard. I used to visit it a long time ago."

Burchan was relieved and satisfied. Rookgaard. It was an island and it matched most of the letters he was able to decrypt. It was his best chance. That was the place he needed to go to. This is where his journey would begin. "Yes, I suppose that's the island I am looking for! Can you bring me there?" As soon as he had stated his intentions, Inigo opened a portal and a moment later Burchan stood inside a small temple far away from his prior location. Looking back through the closing portal he waved at his new friend, whom he probably would never see again.

As he turned around, he almost ran into a monk. The friendly old man in a brown habit introduced himself as Cipfried. He offered Burchan to come to him whenever he is in trouble. Since Rookgaard is a dangerous place his healing skills might come in handy. As the monk brought up wild animals and beasts, Burchan decided to check on his equipment. A club, an ordinary jacket, some torches and a rope was everything he found in his backpack. Also, three gold coins rattled in his pocket beside a red apple. Not much to go with, but better than nothing. "Maybe I can stock up my inventory in the next city" he thought, as he headed north to find Vascalir.

The city he found was a small one. Yet, a giant building dominated the townscape. The home of the "Royal Tibian Adventurers Academy". Burchan fished the note out of his pocket. He had remembered correctly: An academy was mentioned. He entered the building and saw a red-haired man in green armour. The man turned out to be Vascalir. He looked tired. "Rookgaard is in trouble" he began the conversation with Burchan. His voice sounded desperate and with little strength in it. This man must have seen terrible things, his eyes looked empty with no hope. He sobbed sorrowfully before he started to tell his story: Kraknaknork, a powerful beast originating from the orc breed, was terrorising the city and no human had been able to compete with him so far.

As Burchan showed him the piece of paper, Vascalir seemed breathless for a moment. He just stood there supporting himself on a bookshelf. "You... you are not from this world, are you? I sent this letter a long time ago through a portal into another dimension. Our best magician was able to open it for a short period of time. It turned out to be a one-time chance only. I wasn't sure if my message would ever arrive. Hail to Fardos and Uman for bringing you here!" Burchan was not sure how to handle the situation. Yes, he was sent to this dimension by his elder grandfather. It seemed like a good idea to him, to travel to this world called Tibia. Burchan was a young and unexperienced man, who needed some training to become a real warrior, but fighting an almighty orc? This whole thing seemed way over his head. He began to sweat while he starred at Vascalir. "Oh boy, what have I gotten myself into?" Vascalir on the other hand was on fire. The paleness on his cheeks faded and they started to glow. One minute ago, there was a man standing in front of Burchan who was devastated and broken. Almost ready to throw the towel. Now there was a warrior, regaining strength and hope for a bright future. And he was the reason to this transformation. No, he could not back out from this. "Let's do it!" he said.

"But I have to confess something, Vascalir. I am not the hero you expect me to be. I have no proper equipment and I lack in strength to compete with an orc yet." Burchan had to tell him, even so it dampened the mood. "I see," Vascalir stated. "Well, nevertheless, there is a huge potential inside of you, I can feel it. For the moment, I will give you some smaller tasks that will help you building up your strength and who knows, maybe you can earn yourself some better equipment as well."

During the following days and weeks Burchan spent his time carrying heavy stones to catapults and hunting some rats within the city walls. After successfully completing all the tasks he was given, he earned himself a shield and a sabre as reward. He made quite a good impression so he was ordered to do some errands outside the city. With every task given and successfully finished he felt stronger. Soon, he was able to fight against smaller insects and snakes. With every kill his skills grew higher and higher. Cipfried indeed became a great aid after he returned from his hunts. He was there when Burchan returned from a spider cave, poisoned and almost bitten to death by a dangerous spider queen. He was in mortal agony for weeks and was able to survive only by the healing knowledge of the monk. Cipfried removed countless wolves' teeth from his bones and stitched up his flesh wounds after he was chased by a pack of wolves. Many times Burchan already saw a light at the end of the tunnel but could be snatched from the jaws of death at the very last moment.

Even though Burchan improved day by day, the situation for the city became worse and worse. Trolls managed to build a tunnel and enter the basement of the academy where they set fire to everything that seemed flammable. If it wasn't for Burchan heroic service, a precious and important book about the orc language would have been lost forever. It was time to fight back. Burchan had gained so much power, that he easily slaughtered through the trolls' dungeons and was able to destroy the tunnel into the academy for good. Along with Vascalir he made a plan about infiltrating the orc fortress and poisoning Kraknaknork to finally bring back peace to the city. After retrieving deadly wasp poison and fighting the walking dead in a graveyard's crypt for fleshy bones everything was ready for the last big battle. Burchan knew that the time had come to fulfil his destiny. Either he was doomed to die or he would be able to succeed and free the city from its suppressing neighbours.