Crevan skipped through his tiny village in the Halfling Planes. Small wooden houses were strewn about as if a hand had scattered rose petals upon the land. It was a peaceful village, the villagers all smiling and exchanging warm comments. Crevan sauntered down a dirt path, ever the adventurer. Green silky grass shimmered in the morning sun all around him.
From a distance a voice cried out, halting Crevan's wondering. "Crev! Oh Crev where are you? I told you not to wander away." The female's voice drew Crev from his mischievous thoughts.
"I'm here Mum!" Crev called out in reply as a short women came into view. She was an average height for Halflings, three foot four, and had flowing blonde hair that glinted with the sunlight. Crev's own hair match her's. Hair wasn't the only trait that the two shared. The had the same glimmering blue eyes, the same fair skin, the same little nose. Anyone could tell they were related, even a goblin. The woman wore a pink flowery apron over a baby blue dress.
"Come Crev. We have dinner ready and you got a letter." The woman's sweet voice was like a melody.
"Coming Mum!" Crev called and followed her to their home. While Crev had just turned 55 last week, he looked as if he were a Human child with pointed ears. His smile, which he almost always wore, only heightened his innocence, which he was anything but. Crev loved the occasional trick or prank and was always in the mood for adventure. Who ever sent him his letter must have known that fact for the letter described such things.
To Crevan Burrfoot,
The things I have to tell you should not be written so you will not get the whole story. I will keep this short so you can start your travel soon. What I can tell you in this letter is that the Finrareia is in danger. I am gathering a group of adventurers to save it. It will be the adventure of your lives. If you wish to join the cause, meet me and the other adventurers in the Raging Hog in a ten day. I will be waiting.
-Jar
Crev stared at the letter, reading and rereading it over and over again as he ate his dinner. The biscuits were flavorless as he thought. The adventure of his life. Save the world. Raging Hog. Millions of thoughts raced through his head.
"Mum?" Crev asked.
"Yes dear?" She answered.
"This letter here. It says I could save the world. Have an adventure. I'd like to go. I must leave soon though," Crev explained.
His mother sighed. "Very well dear, very well. If you wish to go you may. You are an adult, have been for 30 years, it's time you go off and make your own decisions."
"Thanks Mum!" He exclaimed and gave the small Halfling a huge hug. Crev ran off to pack his belongings. When he was done, on his back he carried a backpack of necessities, weapons, tricks, instruments, and maps. He was ready. Clad in leather armor and a walking stick, Crevan Pensbar set of towards the Raging Hog in the south. He was going to save the world. To have the adventure of a lifetime.
All around Finrareia Jar had sent letters, birds with messages, scrolls, and servants. The messages varied but all had the same point. To save Finrareia from a great evil. Jar had offered money, redemption, adventure, honor, glory, power. He told them all to meet at the Raging Hog in the Coral Coast. That night was the night of the meeting, he would see who deemed saving all of Finrareia worthy of their time. Jar only hoped it would be enough.