Our story begins in the town of Sprohm.
Shouts are coming from the inside of The Black Bangaa, the local watering hole.
"BANBANGAA!!!!"
Three large bangaa are launched from the front door. A cannoneer standing on the bar weilding his rocket punch lets out another war cry.
"BANBANGAA!!!!"
He begins firing round after round into the fray of very pissed off warriors, defenders, and gladiators.
"Come get some you yellow bellied bastards!"
A gladiator with his flametongue in his hands bum rushes our hero. After being blown through the nearest window he decides that taking on this crazy ass bangaa is not the way he envisioned his evening and begins his walk home.
"Come on, anybody else want to take on the great MacLeary?!?!?"
"Simmer down boy."
The bartender Otis iterated one last time and whanged MacLeary with a skillet that he keeps behind the bar as a last ditch effort to keep the drunken bangaa down.
Some time later Our hero MacLeary wakes up in a dumpster behind The Black Bangaa wondering where he is...
"Where the hell am I?" Said our young overly enthusiastic cannoneer rubbing his helmeted head.
"Why your in a dumpster my well beaten friend." an older white monk informed our hero.
"Who in the name of the Abyss are you?"
"I am Father O'Reilly, The pastor of the Church of Adrammalech that was just closed down due to low parish participation rates."
"Okay that doesn't really explain why I'm in a dumpster." MacLeary grumbled as he dusted the refuse from his clothes.
"Well, You got pretty plastered in there a couple of days ago, and Got whanged in the head with Otis' skillet, afeter you demolished several casks of beer, whiskey, and rye. Oh, You hospitalized several bangaa guards that were going to take you to prison for disturbing the peace. Otis decided to drop the charges after you were umm... well, disengaged from the fray."
"Oh, That explains it all... the bruise on the head, the missing rounds, hell even that mysterious wet spot on my trousers... wait, Wet spot?"
"Ahh, You must've pissed yourself sometime after you were incapacitated."
"Ok, Father O'Reilly, maybe you can help me out here, you see, I have a dire need to get to Cadoan, but nobody wants to join up with me to go there. It's dangerous this time of year."
"My son,"
"Who's yer son?"
"Ahem... Are you done interrupting, thank you. As I was saying, I have a mission in Cadoan myself. I'm starting a new parish there. I'll go with you."
"Umm, No disrespect old timer, but you'd just be dead weight. I need to move quick."
At this "Old Timer" comment, Father O'Reilly cut a double backflip, and knocked MacLeary back into the garbage.
"Well, I suppose you can tag along..."