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Dungeons and Dragons: Fantasy Quest
Session Four: New World, New Life
Before the avid D&D fanatic knew it, the townspeople were in celebration. Their hero had finally awoken from his deep sleep. There was drink and food, and everyone was trying to be as happy as possible. From what Jason saw of the town, they needed a reason to celebrate.
After all the celebrations, Jason managed to sit down with the town elder and discuss things easily.
Both Jason and the Elder sat down cross-legged on some straw mats in what was left of the Elder's house.
"Would you like some tea?" the Elder offered.
"No thanks." Jason politely declined.
"If you wish..." the other said, sipping his own cup.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about?" Jason asked.
The Elder put down his cup.
"I would like to know what you plan to do." He spoke plainly.
"Huh?" the teen expressed with some surprise, "I don't know, I haven't really thought what I want to do..."
The Elder raised an eyebrow.
"Is there anything you want to do at all?" he asked.
"Well..." Jason started, "Actually, I want to find my way home, but..."
Jason pulled out the broken sword of the hero.
"...I don't feel right just leaving you with this broken sword. I shouldn't have taken it in the first place." The teen spoke with guilt.
The Elder gave Jason a sympathetic look.
"You need not worry. If you pulled that sword, there has to be a reason for it. I do not think I know the way for you get back home. I dought even people from kingdoms many continents away would be able to identify your garbs. No one dresses in your manner. However, if you wish to mend that blade, I can tell you what to do."
Jason's eyes sparked.
"You can?" he asked.
"Yes, but the quest will be perilous, one which you might not be able to finish in your lifetime."
Jason felt an urg, almost like when he defeated the dragon.
"Tell me, how can I repair this sword?"
The Elder smiled.
"First, you must take most obvious step: recovering the shards of the sword. Once you have done that, you must find someone who can smith the sword back into into it's shape."
"That doesen't sound too hard..."
"Look at the sword young lad."
Jason looked at the broken blade.
"That isen't a reguler blade forged from iron or steel. However, I know for sure it isen't mythril or adamantine. It is a unique substance. You must find out what it is, and find someone who knows how to reforge that kind of metal."
Jason thought long and hard.
"I'll do it. Even the way leads into lowest pits of the Nine Hells, I will do this task!" the teen spoke heroicly. He surprised even himself when he said this.
"Very well then. If you do insist, I shall give you supplies to start your journey."
Jason thought about the other people in the village.
"Are you sure? I mean shouldn't you be more worried about the other people here?"
"Don't worry, we can spare a few things for you. You have no need to be so modest."
By the next day, Jason was all set. The teen stood at the edge of village, everyone sending him off. The villagers wooped ands hollered for their departing hero.
As Jason started done the path, waving his hand, he remembered the elder's advice.
---"There is a town east of here about three days away. That would be the best spot to start off your quest."---
End Session:
Derrik the Human Rogue, Thamior the Half-Elven Sorceror, and Garret the Halfling Bard have left Jason's party.
Jason gained: 1 quarterstaff, 5 day's trail rations, 20 gold, 1 bedroll, and 1 sack.
Eh heh, sorry about teh' lack of updates ;. And um, I'm also gonna start a Fire Emblem fanfic so... There might be even less updates... Please don't kill me... Bye-bye!