Disclaimer: This is not my story, it it my Husband's, he is just to lazy to make an account for himself. I'm posting it with his permission, we do not own anything D&D, TSR, or WIZARDS of the Coast. This is strictly fan-fiction, nothing more.
It was a clear path as far as he could tell, judging from what he could see anyway. He had encountered absolutely nothing in his three day trek from his home in the forest. He preferred it out here it was peaceful and quiet, not like the old days with people coming out of every imaginable place with a blade pointed in his direction. It seemed like a whole different life to him, like it had all just been a bad dream, as if someone else had done all of those things and been to far off lands.
But of course he knew it wasn't, he actually looked on some of those memory's with a distinct fondness. But what lay ahead of him was actually going to be what he looked as a new page in his past. he chuckled at the thought but why the king would summon him of all the people who served in the old glory days of the kingdom. That was a matter from another time, Thelarian thought to himself, his goal was to get to the castle without any delay or incursions from anyone who might be willing to cross blades.
But as fate had decided yet again in his life that this was never the case, as two young men not much out of school (if they even went) came out from behind the trees. "We'll make this short and simple if you do. Just hand over everything you have on you and you can walk away alive, we'll spare you the embarrassment of walking nude if you cooperate old man!" A smirk crossed Thelarian's lips as beneath his cloak he drew two throwing daggers, unnoticed to anyone. "I'll say this, you two boys have balls for ones just out of the crib, I was probably at war already when you first became a twinkle in your daddies eye."
And with that the one to the right drew his longsword and took a step towards Thelarian but before he could even blink his wrist was pegged to the tree by a throwing dagger right through the bones of his forearm. As if on cue, the one to his left charged him meeting only with the heel of Thelarian's boot to his chin knocking him unconscious. The one pinned to the tree was now screaming obscenities at Thelarian, and of course threatening to kill him once he was free but Thelarian knew just as well as the boy did that he was going nowhere unless Thelarian wanted him to. He slowly walked over to the boy and picked up his longsword and examined it. He could tell it was old even by his standards it must have belonged to the boy's grandfather, it was tarnished as well as if no one had given it care in a while. Suddenly the boy's attitude changed quickly to fear. "what are you gonna do to us mister?" Thelarian smiled at him "you'll see." and with that he punched him in the jaw knocking him out as well.
As he continued his journey down the road he wondered to himself what the friends of the two boys would think when they found the tied together in a position that only lovers should be in, and if the tailor in the next village would give him a fair price on their clothes or not.