Chapter 1:The Adventure Begins
The warrior stands in front of the King, listening closely to his words.
"Please save my daughter and defeat the Dragonlord. You, great warrior, are the descendent of Erdrick and this is your destiny. Take what you find in these treasure chest and head to the town of Breconary to equip yourself."
He went to the chest and opened them, finding some gold and a torch. He then bowed before the king and said, "I promise to bring back your daughter and restore peace to the land." He then turned and left. Before leaving the castle he stopped by his quarters to collect some things. After many years of service as the king's personal guard, he knew he would need some supplies to last him until he could afford more. Quickly, he collected what he needed and headed toward Breconary.
As he left the castle he could see the town in the distance and knew it would not take long to get there. Along the way though, he runs in to a Slime. The warrior laughs as he remembers stories of children fighting slimes for fun, but knowing he has no time to waste he tries to avoid a fight with the little creature. Yet the slime is persistent, and will not back down. The man is both intrigued and impressed by the little creatures bravery, and does not wish to kill it. The warrior decided to try to communicate with the slime, and succeeded! Though the slime could talk little of the man's language, it was decipherable. He learned that the slimes name was Raskolovic, a name uncommon in the land of Alefgard and it was sent on a mission to frighten villagers coming along the road between Breconary and the castle. The slime had grown tired of its mission though, and agreed to return to its home, but the warrior wanted to ask it some questions first.
"Who or what sent you here?" asked the adventurer.
"The Dragonlord" replied the slime, as is slowly started slithering off.
The man had so many more questions, but the slime had been helpful, and as his journey was just starting, he decided he did not need to know all the details of it just yet.
After a short time, the man made it to the town, and decided he should equip himself first and headed to the local armory. As he was examining a copper sword a man came up behind him. The man cleared his throat to get the hero's attention, and the hero turned around to see a dark skinned man standing there.
"Greetings." said the man. "I am Daryth. I hear you claim to be a descendant of Erdrick. What is your name?"
"Tristan" replied the warrior.
"I have come to challenge you to a duel" said Daryth. "I wish to challenge you on equal grounds and will use the same weapons as you, I will even pay for the weapons you wish to buy."
Tristan picked out the copper sword, some leather armor, and a small shield. Daryth likewise equipped himself, and Tristan lead the way to the town square, for it was well known that all battles were held there. The two men stood in the middle for a few minutes, waiting for a crowd to gather. Daryth nodded and Tristan knew that to be the sign that the battle had begun. Daryth, Tristan concluded, was a skilled fighter, betrayed by his expert fighting stance, but Tristan was confident that he could win. Tristan began the fighting with a lazy jab, not intended to hit Daryth, but just to get warmed up for the coming fight. Daryth though, was not so laid back, and he began vigorously thrusting his sword in a skilled pattern that slowly drove Tristan to the back to the circle, but Tristan, now having sized up his opponent was ready to begin his attack plan. Faking a thrust to the right, Tristan rolled to the left and came up behind Daryth. Daryth quickly spun on his heels but was to late, Tristan held his sword to Daryths throat, and Daryth knew he had lost.
Daryth held his sword up to Tristan and said, "I pledge my services "Descendant of Erdrick"."
Through the next three days, Tristan and Daryth became good friends, and shared more than one pitcher of ale in their good spirits. Soon, Tristan decided it was time to set out on his journey again. Though he wanted to bring Daryth along, he decided he better not.
"Daryth," began Tristan, "I have decided it is time for me to leave."
"Well lets go," said Daryth, but Tristan explained that he must go alone, and Daryth did not argue. "What shall I do while you are gone?" asked Daryth.
"Search the surrounding cities for able bodied men who will join you in the fight again the Dragonlord, causer of all this strife!"
"I shall raise a great army" said Daryth and with that Tristan headed off, confident in his friends skills.
Thus the captain of the rebellion against the Dragonlord was appointed. Daryth was proud his friend has put such trust in him, and he knew he could complete the task set for him, though he was slightly doubtful if he could do it by himself. First, Daryth went to the king, who gave Daryth three men of his personal guard, men who could help train recruits, and 1000 gold for expenses. All the while, Daryth's confidence grew. Next Daryth went to the town, knowing there were many young men in the town. He was sure he would be able to spur a few into joining. He was right. Seventeen young men joined, and after seeing their friends and family joining, others joined, and soon Daryth had raises a small regiment of soldiers. Each was equipped with a various array of weapons. Daryth had recruited Larson, the burley blacksmith, Boric, the best hunter in town, along with a few of his apprentices, and many other villagers were eager to get back at the evil plaguing their country. Daryth came out of it all with twenty-seven able bodied men, four of the best hunters in the land, Larson the blacksmith who could edge dull blades and a messenger boy, not even of age enough to grow facial hair, who rode at Daryth's left hand at all times.
For days, Daryth's small army moved through the area around the castle, but that soon got boring, for the men were gaining skill, and a few occasional slimes were no longer enough. The men had persuaded Daryth into letting them go across the bridge, to find more danger, and adventure. So as the men made their way towards the bridge, the younger ones were hoping to make a name for themselves, the older ones were hoping to drive the unknown monsters from their land, and Daryth was hoping maybe to find his friend.
The warrior stands in front of the King, listening closely to his words.
"Please save my daughter and defeat the Dragonlord. You, great warrior, are the descendent of Erdrick and this is your destiny. Take what you find in these treasure chest and head to the town of Breconary to equip yourself."
He went to the chest and opened them, finding some gold and a torch. He then bowed before the king and said, "I promise to bring back your daughter and restore peace to the land." He then turned and left. Before leaving the castle he stopped by his quarters to collect some things. After many years of service as the king's personal guard, he knew he would need some supplies to last him until he could afford more. Quickly, he collected what he needed and headed toward Breconary.
As he left the castle he could see the town in the distance and knew it would not take long to get there. Along the way though, he runs in to a Slime. The warrior laughs as he remembers stories of children fighting slimes for fun, but knowing he has no time to waste he tries to avoid a fight with the little creature. Yet the slime is persistent, and will not back down. The man is both intrigued and impressed by the little creatures bravery, and does not wish to kill it. The warrior decided to try to communicate with the slime, and succeeded! Though the slime could talk little of the man's language, it was decipherable. He learned that the slimes name was Raskolovic, a name uncommon in the land of Alefgard and it was sent on a mission to frighten villagers coming along the road between Breconary and the castle. The slime had grown tired of its mission though, and agreed to return to its home, but the warrior wanted to ask it some questions first.
"Who or what sent you here?" asked the adventurer.
"The Dragonlord" replied the slime, as is slowly started slithering off.
The man had so many more questions, but the slime had been helpful, and as his journey was just starting, he decided he did not need to know all the details of it just yet.
After a short time, the man made it to the town, and decided he should equip himself first and headed to the local armory. As he was examining a copper sword a man came up behind him. The man cleared his throat to get the hero's attention, and the hero turned around to see a dark skinned man standing there.
"Greetings." said the man. "I am Daryth. I hear you claim to be a descendant of Erdrick. What is your name?"
"Tristan" replied the warrior.
"I have come to challenge you to a duel" said Daryth. "I wish to challenge you on equal grounds and will use the same weapons as you, I will even pay for the weapons you wish to buy."
Tristan picked out the copper sword, some leather armor, and a small shield. Daryth likewise equipped himself, and Tristan lead the way to the town square, for it was well known that all battles were held there. The two men stood in the middle for a few minutes, waiting for a crowd to gather. Daryth nodded and Tristan knew that to be the sign that the battle had begun. Daryth, Tristan concluded, was a skilled fighter, betrayed by his expert fighting stance, but Tristan was confident that he could win. Tristan began the fighting with a lazy jab, not intended to hit Daryth, but just to get warmed up for the coming fight. Daryth though, was not so laid back, and he began vigorously thrusting his sword in a skilled pattern that slowly drove Tristan to the back to the circle, but Tristan, now having sized up his opponent was ready to begin his attack plan. Faking a thrust to the right, Tristan rolled to the left and came up behind Daryth. Daryth quickly spun on his heels but was to late, Tristan held his sword to Daryths throat, and Daryth knew he had lost.
Daryth held his sword up to Tristan and said, "I pledge my services "Descendant of Erdrick"."
Through the next three days, Tristan and Daryth became good friends, and shared more than one pitcher of ale in their good spirits. Soon, Tristan decided it was time to set out on his journey again. Though he wanted to bring Daryth along, he decided he better not.
"Daryth," began Tristan, "I have decided it is time for me to leave."
"Well lets go," said Daryth, but Tristan explained that he must go alone, and Daryth did not argue. "What shall I do while you are gone?" asked Daryth.
"Search the surrounding cities for able bodied men who will join you in the fight again the Dragonlord, causer of all this strife!"
"I shall raise a great army" said Daryth and with that Tristan headed off, confident in his friends skills.
Thus the captain of the rebellion against the Dragonlord was appointed. Daryth was proud his friend has put such trust in him, and he knew he could complete the task set for him, though he was slightly doubtful if he could do it by himself. First, Daryth went to the king, who gave Daryth three men of his personal guard, men who could help train recruits, and 1000 gold for expenses. All the while, Daryth's confidence grew. Next Daryth went to the town, knowing there were many young men in the town. He was sure he would be able to spur a few into joining. He was right. Seventeen young men joined, and after seeing their friends and family joining, others joined, and soon Daryth had raises a small regiment of soldiers. Each was equipped with a various array of weapons. Daryth had recruited Larson, the burley blacksmith, Boric, the best hunter in town, along with a few of his apprentices, and many other villagers were eager to get back at the evil plaguing their country. Daryth came out of it all with twenty-seven able bodied men, four of the best hunters in the land, Larson the blacksmith who could edge dull blades and a messenger boy, not even of age enough to grow facial hair, who rode at Daryth's left hand at all times.
For days, Daryth's small army moved through the area around the castle, but that soon got boring, for the men were gaining skill, and a few occasional slimes were no longer enough. The men had persuaded Daryth into letting them go across the bridge, to find more danger, and adventure. So as the men made their way towards the bridge, the younger ones were hoping to make a name for themselves, the older ones were hoping to drive the unknown monsters from their land, and Daryth was hoping maybe to find his friend.