Dungeons and Dragons

"Oh if I had a Copper for every hit that orc took, I'd be rich as a king, I would!" There was a great roar of laughter as the entire bar took in what the blonde warrior said.

The Dragon's Flame as the Tavern was called was full to the Brim. Over 35 people were in the small main hall, with a good deal more in the private rooms upstairs. The Hearth was lit, glowing green due to the small amount of Tavian's Dust that had gotten in there when a Goblin and a Dwarf had decided to have a Mage's Battle (Even though the Dwarf wasn't a mage, and they were both Drunk).

"The great beast must have been 10 feet tall and half as wide! It was a grand Fight! Not that he could stand up to me though! Ha!" The Blonde warrior abruptly stood spilling his drink all over his somewhat lengthy beard.

The Entire tavern roared with laughter yet again at his boasts, even if he did look the part, being a 6 foot tall large Northman, they knew of his boasts to being an adventurer, he was closer to being the town drunk! A lightly accented voiced peeped up from behind the crowd "Ragnar, first of all you were drunk, second it wasn't an orc it was a mannequin, and third, when you tried to hit it you fell backwards and tumbled down 3 flights of stairs…"

The Entire place blew up in laughter, even a very serious paladin had to have a laugh at that. Truly one could hear the taverns laughter from the other side of town! Ragnar on the other hand wasn't amused. In fact he was growing quite red to the face because of this.

"SIMON! HOW DARE-HOW DARE YOU BESMIRCH MY GREAT BATTLES IN SUCH A WAY!" The Northman looked ready to explode when he finished. That mannequin must have been possessed, it had to be to take him down! He fought in the war, he was a veteran of great battles and skirmishes, he had charged with King Alden at the battle of Worg Run! Of course 'Charged' meaning 'stayed behind to fix some saddles' but that was neither here nor now

"Relax, Ragnar, was only a jest! Truly, in fact how about I buy you another drink to apologize?" The Apprentice Mage despite making jest understood that Ragnar, despite the way he acted, could easily put him on his ass, so he gave Ragnar the thing he loved best: Alcohol. The patrons of the inn had since begun to revert to other topics for 'Discussion' which of course really meant a bunch of drunken slurring, grumbling and laughing. But such was the charm in the Tavern, it had a homely feel, from the skin rugs to the round shields on the walls, it was weathered and old but that only gave the place more character, in addition to the patrons.

The Town of Dragon Valley was nothing more than a rest stop in between the mountain ranges of the Reach and the Claw, both of which were hard treks. The Inn was the only place to stay in the small hamlet, so it was quite diverse in there, there were Gnomes, Dwarves, Warriors, Wizards, Hunters and some in the inn had suspicions that the Clocked man in the corner was a Skeleton.

Little did anyone know, however that this small Tavern would be the birthplace of one of the single greatest adventures ever seen, and that it all started with one drunk warrior and his small wizard friend…


A/N – So this is just a little prologue to what I hope will be a fun fic wherein adventure awaits at every turn with Swords, Magic, Romance, Dungeons and of course, Dragons

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