Dungeon Master talking
"Talking"
It was a gloomy day. Not that it was out of the ordinary, since every day seemed to be gloomy in that town. The town, called Landow, always seemed to have problems with something or another. Maybe one day it was a loaf of bread burning in the baker's shop, or maybe it was an insane mage burning down half their town. All the villagers knew was that no matter what, something will always go wrong. This had been the case for years, until they finally put their foot down and hired a group of adventurers to deal with whatever was angry at them. This decision led to the locating of a party the villagers (who were poor) could afford and led to said party entering the town on a gloomy day. Not the best way to start an adventure, or a story, but that's just the way it be sometimes.
In this case our brave adventurers, made up of Rincewind (a human self-described failure of a mage), Father Reinert (a not-so-smart human cleric of Thor), Aspen (an anti-social elf ranger with a "cuddly wolf"), and Voros (a very lucky but unlucky half-elf bard), found themselves in Landow on this gloomy day. They had received the job from their adventurers guild, oh so far away, and honestly were beginning to suspect that the guild just wanted them out of the way.
Father Reinert, making the smart decision for once, immediately located the bar. "In here lads! I found a depressing-looking bar where we can get hammered, no I mean gather information!" He shouted, which was completely unnecessary since his party was right next to him.
He then immediately wrenched open the door to find what he likes to call "the answer to his problems in life", dragging the unfortunate members of his party with him. Shaking her head, Aspen immediately continued with the dialogue in her head, which was made up of the words "why did I join this party" and "I just want to be by myself oh Lord why did I sign up for this my wolf makes better company than this", followed by saying "Okay, you guys have fun, I'm going to the nearby forest to stock up on food for later" out loud and leaving.
Rincewind, despairing at what he called "the only other competent member of this party" leaving, sent a pleading look that was promptly ignored towards Aspen. He could already feel a migraine forming.
"Hahaha!" Reinert shouted, "Bartender, show yourself! We require information, and more importantly, booze!"
For a few minutes his call went unanswered, until a very annoyed-looking man eventually popped out of the back room behind the counter. "Ah, what do ye want", the man said without so much as looking at the motley party.
Figuring that cooler (and much smarter) heads may be needed in order to get what they want, Rincewind stepped forward at once. "Sorry to disturb you friend, but we are a humble party of adventurers who have heard that you kind people are in some sort of a pickle. However, as we have arrived here no one has greeted us or even filled us in on the situation, so we thought it would be best to ask."
After what seemed like an age the bartender looked at the party and just snorted. "Whatever. I suppose I'm not too busy to fill ye in. Ya see, a few weeks ago we had a bit of a problem with a certain mage. Well, I say problem, but it was more of a disaster. To be fair, how could we have known that he was a madman obsessed with the Fireball spell. Anyways, the lunatic burned down half the town and ran into the forest to do who knows what. I don't know exactly what your contract is for, but it would be nice to you to waste that man."
As this very late exposition was being laid upon the party's collective heads, it was almost possible to hear the gears turning in their brains, putting two and two together. Finally, after an awkward few minutes, Voros realized something important. "Wait, didn't Aspen go into the forest to hunt?"
Stage cut towards the forest
Aspen waded deeper into the rather dark forest, ranting to her wolf about life. "Holy moly I thought that I was going to die from stupidity on the way to this town, don't you agree Cuddles?" Cuddles (the wolf) did not answer, since he does not understand speech, but that does not deter the ranger. "Maybe I should just ditch those idiots."
The elf stood where she was for a moment, seriously thinking about abandoning her party members, but then realized that without her, they would all starve to death. "I suppose not. They are idiots, but they mean well at least. I'll ditch them after we get paid."
Ironically, the elf ranger, despite being a ranger and being perfectly aware of the dangers that can lurk in an unknown forest, did not hear the werewolf lunging towards her. Nor did her wolf, since his hearing was being deafened by his master's ranting. Two seconds later that was not the case anymore, since it is difficult to rant with a werewolf attempting to eat your arm.
A/N: Hey all, welcome to my first attempt at a story. This is about a game of DND I attend. Not all of the stuff in the story has been said in-game, of course, and I have talked extensively with the DM so I can provide his side of the story for some parts and get a better picture of what's going on. He's a bit of a snarky dude, so that kinda rubbed off on me. Also if you notice anything similar to a video game or a book, it probably was stolen from it. Our DM likes to steal ideas and is very up front about it.