Post by Ryan Aramil Savredox on Jun 19, 2008 1:03:23 GMT -5
Much had changed over the years... for Aramil and his two new friends... there was much sadness in his heart, Aramil knew that Eberk was gone... he had left them in search of his own fame and fortune. The words hung in the druid's mind like a stale breath of air.
This is goodbye Aramil... our paths may once again cross...I might have to fight you one day... Asdra who never really got along with Eberk was slightly confused, he sympathized with Aramil over their lost companion, and being as headstrong as he was, he went off in search of a new frontier. He had invited Aramil to come with him, but the saddened druid went off to search for a new truth in things... it had been a long time since he had last visited his home town of Nurlleaf, and he was curious as to how much had changed...
Artine was free from the demon's corruption, and the tyranny that had caused many people to die had ended. Aramil was a local hero yet he felt like he should have done more, should have been stronger... he couldn't even stop his friend from leaving...
THE SWAMP KING
Two years later
There was a very lame looking tavern just on the outskirts of a town, in which the patrons who had once been regulars had either died off or found a better deal. The bartender, a hardy dwarf like man- felt that there was some knavery to his tavern's sudden loss of business. Eagerly, he set up a bulletin for ventures to come and aid him in his misfortune. There had been a known quarrel between the dwarven race and the people of the nearby town. The bartender did not like the sound of this at all and wanted someone to investigate, yet the dwarf he had sent to go to the tavern had not yet returned. He sighed, and fixed up a drink for himself and drained it easily. It was at this moment, that the doors to the tavern slowly swung open. In stepped two oddly paired warriors. One was tall, slender, unarmed monk who was wearing no armor yet felt confidant in his abilities... The other was stout gnome who was nearly half of the monk's height and he had on some nifty armor and a nice boy across his back.
"Eh..." the bartender murmured looking at the two as they gave epic possess in front of him. "Who might ye be?" he asked with a raised brow. "We are... traveling mercenaries... ready to aid you sir!" they said at the same time, and the dwarf gave a hearty laugh, "Well... thats some good news but two men such as yourselves can't complete this task alone..." the bartender chuckled and the two seemed to stop for a moment, and sag a bit. This interaction did not go unnoticed by a man sitting in the corner of the empty tavern, who was peacefully smoking his pipe and listening intently. He stood up then, calmly approaching the bartender. There was a glint in his eye that told the three of them that he was something more than them... a very prime venturer himself. "If you need help, I can aid you in this quest..." he said softly and the bartender gave him an encouraging look, "Ho! now you be the stuff I've been looking for... well versed... in magic?" he asked and the man nodded. "My name is Aramil, and who are you?" he asked the other two.
"I am Creal, a human monk in training, Sir." he said with a small bow. "I am Dark Serium, the fieriest ranger in all of the land!" the gnome growled and Aramil laughed, "Thats good-." but the druid was interrupted in mid sentence. "Ye ain't got a troupe yet master Aramil... not in till I'm on board!" a burly dwarf said entering into the scene with a much younger, and less sturdy dwarf. A true smile crossed Aramil's face as he saw the dwarf enter in with his fellow companion. "Tordek! I haven't seen you in ages... how have you been?" he asked embracing the dwarf. "Who is your companion?" he asked and the dwarf took a step forward boldly. "I am the Great Tinner...a mighty dwarf see... and thats how it goes... we are here to accept the quest of the bartender..." he said looking over the druid pleased at the strength that Aramil supposedly had. So the troop set out, in search of the Bartenders trouble... two dwarfs, one human, one gnome, and a very eager elf.
The next morning came swiftly for the new troupe, and the strongest of them was Aramil- and then Tordek and the Great Tinner were next, shoving Creal and Dark Serium in the background. "Ye haven't seen Asdra about lately?" he asked with a small chuckle as they sat around their tents as Creal and Dark made them a fine breakfast. "Not sense we left the cloud lands... no... I'm thinking of continuing questing... maybe we will run into each other along the way..." he sounded hopeful, he was still hurt over Eberk's disappearance, two years ago- and it would pain him if he never saw Asdra again. "Well, I'm thinking of retiring see... my friend Tinner here is surpassing me already!" he said with a piece of bacon half lodged in his mouth, the Tinner smiled broadly. "Aye, Tordek, ya got to stick to your game, and keep playing!" the other dwarf said gobbling up some freshly cooked eggs. "Ye, I've seen more battles than you have sonny, I'd rather drink some ale and call it it a life!" Tordek retorted and they all laughed and finished their breakfast. It was arranged that Creal and Dark would watch over the camp as Aramil, Tinner, and Tordek search the swamp like forest around the area for any signs of foul play. The bartender, had informed them that the swamp could have some secret meaning in the destruction of his business...
This is goodbye Aramil... our paths may once again cross...I might have to fight you one day... Asdra who never really got along with Eberk was slightly confused, he sympathized with Aramil over their lost companion, and being as headstrong as he was, he went off in search of a new frontier. He had invited Aramil to come with him, but the saddened druid went off to search for a new truth in things... it had been a long time since he had last visited his home town of Nurlleaf, and he was curious as to how much had changed...
Artine was free from the demon's corruption, and the tyranny that had caused many people to die had ended. Aramil was a local hero yet he felt like he should have done more, should have been stronger... he couldn't even stop his friend from leaving...
THE SWAMP KING
Two years later
There was a very lame looking tavern just on the outskirts of a town, in which the patrons who had once been regulars had either died off or found a better deal. The bartender, a hardy dwarf like man- felt that there was some knavery to his tavern's sudden loss of business. Eagerly, he set up a bulletin for ventures to come and aid him in his misfortune. There had been a known quarrel between the dwarven race and the people of the nearby town. The bartender did not like the sound of this at all and wanted someone to investigate, yet the dwarf he had sent to go to the tavern had not yet returned. He sighed, and fixed up a drink for himself and drained it easily. It was at this moment, that the doors to the tavern slowly swung open. In stepped two oddly paired warriors. One was tall, slender, unarmed monk who was wearing no armor yet felt confidant in his abilities... The other was stout gnome who was nearly half of the monk's height and he had on some nifty armor and a nice boy across his back.
"Eh..." the bartender murmured looking at the two as they gave epic possess in front of him. "Who might ye be?" he asked with a raised brow. "We are... traveling mercenaries... ready to aid you sir!" they said at the same time, and the dwarf gave a hearty laugh, "Well... thats some good news but two men such as yourselves can't complete this task alone..." the bartender chuckled and the two seemed to stop for a moment, and sag a bit. This interaction did not go unnoticed by a man sitting in the corner of the empty tavern, who was peacefully smoking his pipe and listening intently. He stood up then, calmly approaching the bartender. There was a glint in his eye that told the three of them that he was something more than them... a very prime venturer himself. "If you need help, I can aid you in this quest..." he said softly and the bartender gave him an encouraging look, "Ho! now you be the stuff I've been looking for... well versed... in magic?" he asked and the man nodded. "My name is Aramil, and who are you?" he asked the other two.
"I am Creal, a human monk in training, Sir." he said with a small bow. "I am Dark Serium, the fieriest ranger in all of the land!" the gnome growled and Aramil laughed, "Thats good-." but the druid was interrupted in mid sentence. "Ye ain't got a troupe yet master Aramil... not in till I'm on board!" a burly dwarf said entering into the scene with a much younger, and less sturdy dwarf. A true smile crossed Aramil's face as he saw the dwarf enter in with his fellow companion. "Tordek! I haven't seen you in ages... how have you been?" he asked embracing the dwarf. "Who is your companion?" he asked and the dwarf took a step forward boldly. "I am the Great Tinner...a mighty dwarf see... and thats how it goes... we are here to accept the quest of the bartender..." he said looking over the druid pleased at the strength that Aramil supposedly had. So the troop set out, in search of the Bartenders trouble... two dwarfs, one human, one gnome, and a very eager elf.
The next morning came swiftly for the new troupe, and the strongest of them was Aramil- and then Tordek and the Great Tinner were next, shoving Creal and Dark Serium in the background. "Ye haven't seen Asdra about lately?" he asked with a small chuckle as they sat around their tents as Creal and Dark made them a fine breakfast. "Not sense we left the cloud lands... no... I'm thinking of continuing questing... maybe we will run into each other along the way..." he sounded hopeful, he was still hurt over Eberk's disappearance, two years ago- and it would pain him if he never saw Asdra again. "Well, I'm thinking of retiring see... my friend Tinner here is surpassing me already!" he said with a piece of bacon half lodged in his mouth, the Tinner smiled broadly. "Aye, Tordek, ya got to stick to your game, and keep playing!" the other dwarf said gobbling up some freshly cooked eggs. "Ye, I've seen more battles than you have sonny, I'd rather drink some ale and call it it a life!" Tordek retorted and they all laughed and finished their breakfast. It was arranged that Creal and Dark would watch over the camp as Aramil, Tinner, and Tordek search the swamp like forest around the area for any signs of foul play. The bartender, had informed them that the swamp could have some secret meaning in the destruction of his business...