And the adventure begins…
For days he has journeyed through the silent shadows of the ancient forest aimlessly and hungry. No sign of life, save for the forest creatures that wisely avoid him. The isolation suites though, as the only use he has for others is to send them on their way to The Raven Queen. Relieving them of their gold along the way of course, fair compensation for a plentiful supply of souls delivered in faithful and reverent service.
The hunger though did not suit him. It gnawed at him, driving him ever forward for a means to end it. If only it was ended has easily as the lives of those who stood so foolishly before him.
The wind shifted suddenly and the sweet scents of cinnamon and roasting flesh reach called out to him. Praise be to The Raven Queen.
Following the alluring aroma he shifted to the right seeing for the first time in days hints of dawns new light. Hurried moments latter he broke free of the forests shadows into a land of vast rolling plains.
Eagerly he scaned the horizon for the means to end his aching hunger. Then he saw it. A hamlet in the center of nearby valley. He moved ever forward toward his goal single mindedly, ignoring passing travelers bidding him good day.
At last he reached his destination.
The sign on the ancient oak tree identified it as the hamlet of “”/campaign/the-order-of-the-styx/wikis/Blane/new" class=“create-wiki-page-link”>Blane". It was only upon reaching his goal that he realized he had no means to end his hunger, for he has no gold.
Hunger and anger drove him to the center of Blane where he spotted the hamlets message board, and the spark of hope was rekindled. Upon it where two jobs offered more than enough pay to quench his hunger. Though work hardly fitted for a warrior of his skill, they would have to suffice, as the burning ach in his stomach had to be satisfied.
The first job was setting up tents for a travelling caravan of merchants. The pay was 18 Silver for the one days work. It will take far to long, the hunger had to be ended now.
The second was mucking out stalls at a local inn called “The Perilous Beaver” for 30 Gold. This would due nicely. He ripped the note down and stormed his way to the inn, bursting through the doors.
Milo, the owner of “The Perlious Beaver” dropped the tray he was carrying, taken aback by the massive muscle boound dragon creature in armor. Drak, Dragon Born Fighter and Servent of The Raven Queen, saw the wrinkled and tiny human man before him and quickly closed the distance between them.
Drak asked Milo if this was his note and if the offer still stood. Milo nervously admitted that it was and took him to the stalls. The sight before him disgusted even Drak, proving what filthy creatures the living truly are. From floor to ceiling the building was covered in a cornucopia of filth ranging from a variety of excrements to the decaying body of a dead horse.
The smell of the dead horse raised his hunger to new heights and in less than two hours Drak had the stalls restored to habitability. He then demanded 35 Gold and a meal from Milo for his steady work, Milo thought it wise not argue with the dragon born and acquiesced to his requests.
A rude and redundant rapping on his shoulder awakened Blane Forthwright IV just before noon. Far too early for civilized sentients to be up. Especially after a draining, yet profitable (40 Gold in appreciation of his prodigious skill), evening of entertaining the masses.
His story of choice the night before had been the epic tale of the man in spiked armor who made friends with the man of dough; and their perilous struggles to save the far away plane of Connecticoot. Sometimes it was good to be a Bard.
Again the tapping. Opening his eyes Blane was greeted by the sight of Milo, the small cranky old person smelling man who owned “The Perilous Beaver.” Eeeccckkk. What a way to start the new day. Then again his previous day had been started by Milo being the first person that Blane saw; and ended with Mina, Milo’s ever charming granddaughter, being the last person that Blane saw. Indeed sometimes it was good to be a Bard.
Milo cleared his throat, drawing Blane out of his pleasant musings. He informed Blane that there was a small dragon creature thing in the stalls and that he should do something about it.
Though it seemed to Blane that his empty stomach was of more concern to him than anything else, he humbly agreed to aid Milo. Of course he would need a cinnamon roll and freshly brewed coffee to aid him in the perilous task before him.
He followed Milo into the stalls, not be greeted by a dragon creature thing that need to be slain, but by an armored dragon born mucking out the stalls. Taking his cinnamon roll and empty coffee mug from Milo Blane thanked him for the coffee and inquired why the dragon born should interest him. Milo simply stated it seemed like they should be introduced. Annoyed at being awakened needlessly Blane turned to walk back into the in and fill his empty coffee mug.
With out provocation, or reason, the dragon born flung fodder at Blane, thankfully it only struck the robe that he had borrowed from Milo. Sometimes it was not good to be a Bard.
Upon reentering “The Perilous Beaver” Blane was greeted by a strange little human in robes named Rothgar asking if he was the proprietor of the establishment. Blane informed him that he was not. He was in fact the travelling talent gracing it with his person. Rothgar then asked him to provide him with cinnamon rolls for his master Lord Targus. Blane informed Rothgar that he was a guest and not the help, and that if he wanted cinnamon rolls that he should bother the owner who was currently in the stalls out back.
Rothgur encounter Drak in the stalls and asked if he was the owner of “The Perilous Beaver.” Drak responded rather tersely that he was not, and that Milo had returned to the inn.
Later that day Rothgur returned to “The Perilous Beaver” and informed Blane and Drak that Lord Targus wished to speak with them post haste.
Lord Targus informed them that he was journeying to “The Castle Of The Ages” for the coronation of the Lord High Prince Vincent Darkwater Kane; and that he wished to hire them to both protect him and record this historic event.
After convincing Drak that journeying with Targus would serve the will of the Raven Queen by allowing him to slay those who were destined to die in vain attempts on Targus’s life, Blane negotiated a fee of 5 gold a day plus expenses for both of them. After all he did make 40 gold for one days work yesterday, and 3 gold a day was less than a tenth of its profits after all.
More importantly Blane though was the fact that Lord Targus’s granddaughter Trina was said to be one of the greatest beauties in the all the land. If she were journeying with them as well, then it would indeed be an adventure worth undertaking. Sometimes it was good to be a Bard.
He informed Lord Targus that he had a friend or two in Rikavaran that might be able to aid in their most noble cause. Lord Targus in turn informed him that he would be travelling through Maidoc, and not Rikavaran. That would work out equally was well though, as Blane had friends everywhere. Some of which even didn’t try to slap on stab him on sight.