My sword is made from meteor metal, talks and relishes the blood of the fallen. I lived with the elves for a time as I was the heir to my people. I was a Knight of the Sword, and wore a dragon-helm against the orcs. They learned to run.
Some things happened and I led some outlaws, though I eventually turned them to only hunt the orcs. Then there was the dwarves, and dwarves are bastards.
Beleg eventually joined me and we freed most of the western part of the land from Evil.
Some more things happened and I became chief consul to another elf kingdom.
More bad things. And then I killed the father of all dragons.