Author's Note: So I have decided to write a new fan fiction after a long absence. This time it is based on one of my favorite games of all time, the classic tabletop role-playing game Dungeons & Dragons.
Specifically, this story is based on the version of the game that put D&D on the map, Advanced Dungeons & Dragons, also known as First Edition, written by Gary Gygax and released in 1978. The campaign setting I am using is an original home-brew open world setting of my own creation.
As for the materials being used for reference in writing this story, here's what I am using...
Monster Manual (1977)
Players Handbook (1978)
Dungeon Master's Guide (1979)
Boot Hill (1979)
Deities & Demigods (1980)
Oriental Adventures (1985)
So, now without further to do, onto the story...
The Green Man Tavern
Village of Glendale, The Forest
Matthias knew it was finally Autumn after a long and brutal summer. The leaves were changing colors, the pine needles were sticking around, the air outside was crisp and cool, and the air inside reeked of spices and hard cider, which for the young and energetic fighter, was not a bad thing in all honesty.
Matthias loved the taste of hard cider, and The Green Man Tavern had the best hard cider in all of the bars and taverns within the entirety of The Forest, possibly within the entire Kingdom of Pineland. At least of all the inns and taverns he had been to, anyway. Plus, this tavern had a good and friendly atmosphere as well as excellent food. He loved their pumpkin pie and the meat was good too.
It was autumn and the harvest was fast approaching, but for the young man known as Matthias Redfield and the majority of the patrons currently accompanying him within the halls of The Green Man Tavern, it was time for the monthly drill. The next three days was going to be a weekend of marching, hiking, and combat patrols along with any other busy work for the local militia and those conscripted into it. Matthias had received his draft notice the previous week. As such, he had to report for duty at the tavern, which was being used as a makeshift drill hall.
This was going to be the first time he was to serve in the militia, and he had brought with him his trusty axe, a hunting knife, and an old set of leather armor that he had inherited from his dearly departed uncle. As the eager and energetic teenager sat at the table sipping on some cider, he awaited the arrival of the man who would be their local captain, as well as the arrival of the other people who would be assigned to his squad.
Little did Matthias or anyone else know that this was not going to be an ordinary or mundane weekend for the local militias of those who lived in The Forest. No, this would be the beginning of something different.