"Damn fishing poles" Mumbled Nictin as he swung a rather torn up
piece of wood with a line. He sat at the dock of the river in town trying
to become a better fisherman. He had always had a liking to fishing the
problem being he was horrible at it. One excuse for this was the absents of
good fishing poles available in Rivervale. Another was that the fish where
the smartest residents who lived in the town. Nictin reeled out his line
again and rested laying his head down on the dock. He suddenly heard a door
cracking and look to see Fiddy Bobcick coming out. Many rumors surrounded
sir Fiddy Bobcick. He was a older halfling who was famous for his love of
the ocean, not something common in halflings. He sat by Nictin and smiled.
"Good morning to ye Mr. McFiddle." He began "How are they biting today?" He
chuckled looking at Nictin's empty bucket. Fiddy was one to be respected in
Rivervale as well. He was responsible for making many of the ships that
made the Human's Navy. He was a pioneer of sorts for the halfling race and
admired young Nictin. He had been fishing with him for many years and they
formed a type of group. They had long discussions about their lives and
Nictin always felt comfortable speaking with Fiddy. Fiddy took out a pipe
and lit it. He began puffing and looked over to Nictin. "Herd about that
warrior class." He told him. Nictin rolled his eyes "Who hasn't. Half the
town finds me as a liar." Fiddy frowned "Oh that's not true many believe
it as some sly spell caster playing a joke on ye." Nictin smiled "Sure." He
brought in his line and sighed. He glanced over to Fiddy's pole that shined
gold with silver indenting the name Fiddy was carved in the side in a fancy
form of elfish and the line was made of a firm spider silk. He cast it out
and almost immediately a tug came to his line. He pulled it in and the fish
plopped into his bucket. Nictin grumbled and got up. "Going off somewhere?"
Fiddy asked smiling." "I'm gonna go read I'm into this novel." He muttered.
"Good Bye master McFiddle" He said and Nictin walked off.
A few minutes later Nictin lied under a tree. He held in his hands a
book called A Halflings Tale and it was by the druid Duttas. He was a old
hero who had fought beside Nictin's father. He was famous for being one of
the most powerful and favorite druids in town and he had a boisterous
attitude, which every party wanted to attend. It was more of a journal then
a book and Nictin began reading.
October 7 of the year 3456.
Today I entered the mighty dungeon of BlackBurrow. A place where
Gnolls and evil creatures alike roamed. But I was not afraid in the least
for I had my new spells by my side. I could now snare, root, and fire upon
my enemy's with great precision and nothing could stand in my way from
leveling. I had few allies by my side as well. The dangerous druid Ustke
Path Walker. The great warrior Shrela and the most cunning of halfling
hero's Rictin McFiddle.
We entered the dungeon by slaying the head guards outside. Not a hard
task they where only of their sixth season. We walked inward to it's damp
caves and where alerted to the presence of an ogre. Now I do not know if
you have ever met a ogre in person but they are the dumbest of bruits. They
have the power however of ten halflings and this made him a dangerous foe.
We saw him approaching in panic and in his kind manner Rictin even thought
of helping the beats. Not a wise decision for I have learned ogres where
not to be trusted and I immediately hit him with a fiery blast. My partners
joined in and in a matter of minutes the ogre lie beaten and bruised on the
ground. I saw him whine at my feet and with a final crushing blow I made
him pay for what his race had done to the dwarfs.
We continued into the cave where we where greeted by a fierce giant
gnoll. The only way to take down this kind of a beats is to.
And at that moment Nictin was distracted by a chirping. He looked up
to notice a herd of birds dancing on the roots of the trees they stood
upon. Fydlin came over tripping over his own feet. He was drunk which was
now a usual habit it seemed. He glanced around the other trees that
surrounded Nictin. Then he rose a eyebrow. "You have bird seed?" He asked.
Nictin looked up to him "Really brother how drunk are you?" Fydlin picked
Nictin up to his feet and pointed around at the trees. Nictin looked closer
and realized what Fydlin was trying to say. In all the other trees no birds
where found. Only under Nictin's tree they laid. And this was very odd
because the tree seemed very over crowded. Nictin shrugged it off. "Come on
lets go home." Nictin said and the two walked on the path when Fydlin kept
curiously looking up. "What is it Fydlin?" Nictin asked nervously "We are
being followed he whispered." Nictin felt the presence of someone else to
and the two held their hands by their daggers ready for an attack. Suddenly
Fydlin jumped backward and looked up to see at least a hundred birds
staring back at him. He looked oddly at them and twirled his piercer back
into his holder. The two walked quickly towards home. Nictin stared
straight ahead trying to ignore the seemingly ton of birds that followed
him. "Fydlin lets make a dash for McClaek's place." Nictin whispered until
he realized Fydlin had already hid leaving him behind. "Damn" Thought
Nictin and he stopped. He turned around and gasped. Over three hundred
birds sat perched behind him not making any sound just staring at him ready
almost for an order. Nictin waved his hand through his sweating face and
spoke creakily and nervously "Le.leave me alone g-go fly south or
something!" With this the birds fluttered away and Nictin raced home.
The next day Nictin arrived back at the fishing dock by Fiddy
Bobcick. He eyed Nictin and when he sat down he spoke. "Now how did ye do
that lad?" Nictin sighed, "Herd about that to eh?" Fiddy chuckled "Who
hasn't?" Nictin flung his line into the water. Then he blinked and looked
to Fiddy questioningly. "Fiddy" He began "Where were those birds headed
when I left. What .direction?" Fiddy threw out his line and yawned. "I
believe they where headed south why?" He asked. "Three" Said Nictin and he
raced toward the thicket.