The clangor of battle echoes in the hot, volcanic air, as stalwart Lothgar fends off a flurry of sword strokes from the hulking draconoid before him. Malvashtarr, the mutant half-man/half-dragon towers above Lothgar, with tendrils of smoke wafting from his draconian nostrils, as his scaly muscles ripple with his next sword thrust. The incoming blade smashes into Lothgar’s shield and is batted aside, as mighty Lothgar swings his own broadsword in an overhand arc, towards the nine foot tall monster’s chest. The ancient broadsword strikes Malvashtarr’s breastplate and the sword’s blade shatters on impact. As the sundered shards of his sword fall, seemingly in slow motion, the hope flickers and begins to fade from the hero’s eyes. The sword of his father, and his father’s father before him, was no more…and Lothgar, defender of the land, finds himself unarmed in the face of doom. “Del fortuitus retractum anon. De posterium es Malvashtarr” snarls the draconoid in his own tongue (Translation: “Your fortunes have abandoned you. Your back is Malvashtarr’s” or possibly “Your luck has run out. Your arse is mine” exact translation of these ancient languages is most difficult to be precise). “Nay, my wyrm tongued foe. Methinks thou art mistaken!” shouts Lothgar, as he steps forward with a swift, hard kick to the monster’s groin. The sickening crunch of the draconoid’s groin, belied the damage the creature suffered, as his serpentine eyes flared and then narrowed. With a hearty lurch forward, Lothgar bashes his metal shield into the creature, driving him back and over the edge of the cliff, to plunge down into the lava below. Having vanquished his foe, the warrior turns from the volcanic heat boiling up from the depths below and faces the members of this forum. Casting his broken sword and battered shield to the ground, he raises a pair of mailed hands to remove his horned helmet. His long brown hair cascades about his armored shoulders, perfectly framing his fine drawn face and finely groomed mustache and goatee. “Hail and salutations, my friends. I am Lothgar, slayer of men, lover of women, eater of fast food and writer of cheesy adventure stories.” Calls out the victorious warrior, as he tucks his helmet under his right arm. “Born in the 1960s, I suspect that I be of higher antiquity than your average forum member.” Begins the broad shouldered soldier as he gives a friendly wave to the others reading this post. “My interest in writing stems from my childhood fascination with the works of such notable scribes as J.R.R. Tolken, Edgar Rice Burroughs, Michael Moorcock, Ed Greenwood and E. Gary Gygax.” Continues Lothgar, as he absent mindedly rubs the bruise on his neck, a parting gift from the recently slain draconoid. “My areas of interest tend to be High Fantasy, Science Fiction, Horror, Military War Stories and comedy. My hobbies also include role-playing games (Alas, goode Lothgar hast been playing Dungeons & Dragons since the 1970s) and movies.” He says. “Writing is more of a hobby with me, as I have little interest in getting published or earning a living by it.” He smiles. “Most important of all, I’d like to extend a gracious greeting to all my new friends in these forums” he intones with a deep, sweeping bow.