Matthew Belannaer was born on the night the gold one triumphed. The night that Matthew was born, a great warrior was slain protecting his lands from the black one. His name was Alith Anar.

Matthew was born with a great curiosity of war and adventure. He was brought up in a home of nobles. His mother, Alarielle was the high priestess of the Magincia mages society. His father, Tyrion was a noble knight, whom served the virtues. Matthew grew up learning the ways of archery, as many young nobles do. He became bored after he had mastered this skill and began to concentrate on his sword fighting skills. He always seemed to surpass his teachers after a short time, he was always looking for a new challenge. He began traveling to Occlo where the Elven Kingdom of Athel Loren was located, with his mother. When he was the age of 8 he met Alex Nightwolf, a common elf who had one thing in common with Matthew, a knack for adventure!

Matthew and Alex would go running throughout the forests getting them selves into all type of predicaments. His life was great for the time being, but times where changing... the undead forces where readying an attack against Athel Loren. When Matthew was but 9 years old, his sister, Zandramas was born. She had her mothers knack for magic. But there was something about her... Something.. not right. She was born with a scar of a dragon on her right shoulder, a.. black dragon.

His parents sought counsel from the town elders. No one knew what it could be. After awhile they came to the conclusion that it was just a coincidence and had no real meaning. A few years later the undead forces seemed to be unstoppable. As they expected, the city of Athel Loren was attacked. Matthews mother, father, and so he thought, sister, where all murdered defending it. Matthew and Alex had been out in the woods, Matthew amazed with how Alex could tame creatures to do his bidding. As they returned... Athel Loren had been burnt down, their family murdered. Matthew was outraged, he cursed the black one, and swore some day he would claim his revenge!

He searched through the remains, his father was still alive! But dying.. his last words to Matthew where "My son, thou art of noble heritage, my father, gave me this sword when I was old enough to wield it, I believe my son, that my last wish in this land is to give you this sword, and tell you this "when you where born, you had a scar such as the one on Zandramas's shoulder, I am sorry my son, I feel as if I have failed you, and my country, promise me one thing, that you shall destroy the evil that set this havoc upon Athel Loren, and our land." With that he died in Matthews hands. Glistening, golden, encrusted with rubies a blue aura surrounding it, Matthew took the sword and left Athel Loren's remains behind him that day, never to remember his life from that point back.

He knew what he must do. He took sunfang, and headed towards the sun. He did not know where he was going, or what he would find. One day he came across Hettar of KOB, who had died fighting water elementals. He jumped to the aide quickly slashing the water elementals with sunfang. He then began to resurrect this warrior. He resurrected him and they began to talk of riches and glory. Hettar offered to introduce Matthew to KOB. Matthew hesitated at first, thinking it was some kind of trick, not trusting anyone after what had happened. Hettar reassured him that KOB was a virtuous guild, and sought many of the same things as he did. Matthew joined the ranks of KOB and learned many new battle tactics from Lord Tinkerer, the KOB Paladin. Soon Matthew had mastered all of his skills, and surpassed many enemies in the art of battle. Matthew is now a Knight of KOB and holds Sunfang, to his fathers dying words. He shall claim his vengeance upon the evil of Britannia.

My name... is Matthew Belannaer, I shall aide my fellow brothers and sisters in this battle against evil to avenge my father. *You see Matthew standing atop a hill, he seems to be alone, as the enemy approaches, he waves his hand, the hill fills with thousands of troops, brothers and sisters, you see a rank of knights come forward, in golden armor with red sashes and capes waving in the air * Brothers and sisters,

MY SWORD SPEAKS FOR ME!!!