As you go to leave, you are interrupted by the sounds of a fight breaking loose. Two big guys, have their swords drawn, and are actively trying to kill each other.
Then a huge humanoid, in a silver helmet casually walks over to them, and grabs the arm of one of the guys, pulling him back.
"LET GO OF ME YOU BASTARD!!!" the man yells in protest. He tries to pummel the humanoid in the head, but the humanoid pushes him back 5 ft. Then the other guy comes running up unexpectedly and hits the humanoid so hard, his silver helmet is knocked off.
The helmet falls to the ground, revealing the humanoid to be a half-orc. Half the tavern gasps, the others shift uneasily. The mothers hide their children's eyes.
Now furious, the half-orc grabs the man by his hair, in spite of his struggling, and goes to pick up the other man. He throws them out of the tavern (literally), then goes to retrieve his helmet. After he gets it, he apologizes to everyone. Then he approaches Arrya, seeing her awe-struck face. "Excuse me, miss, I'm sorry if I startled you. My name is Bob. Yes, I'm half Orc, but I promise I am a good guy. I heard there was a group of adventurers seeking to kill Cathrax. I really want to help. Do you know where I can find them?"
I smile up at the half orc and shake his hand. “Well Bob, you’ve come to the right place. We’ve just started our journey to kill Cathrax. Our company would love to have you. The more the merrier, right? I’m Arrya and this is Tyrath, Marythia, and Lola. So tell us what lead you to want to join in on fixing our dragon problem.”
I smile back “Well I’m usually a very lovable person and I can see this town is in desperation to fix this freaking dragon problem and you guys look like you could use someone strong and good with weapons so I’m willing to help plus I heard that there is going to be money involved and boy do I love money”
(By the way, you all can curse as much as you want. You don't need to censor yourself. This is the fantasy medieval times. Think game of thrones. They sure as hell don't censor them selves if they don't want to)
Tyrathias looks up at Bob and says "Welcome, my friend. As a fellow 'monster', I can relate with the uneasy glares, and uncomfortable gasps when people see people like us. Our two races, Half-Orc and Dragonborn, as been falsely associated with the worst of our kind we came from, and it leads to racism. I believe that is why you wear that silver helmet, Yes? Otherwise it's odd for you to have a helmet but no armor. My point is, I can relate with you. Any time someone sees me they assume I'm just as evil as Cathrax. So whenever you need it, I will always have your back. Someone has to have our backs. Not many are willing to. Most want to stab us in it"
“Sounds like a plan” I say as I lead us out of the tavern. I am glowing with childlike excitement as I say “This is going to be so fun! I guess i can put dragon slaying on my resume! And i’m so glad i’m not alone!”
You head towards the Chantry, and you walk on in. You see a half-elf man, kneeling in the front, praying to his god. He hears you walk in, and turns around. He then looks at your party with disgust. "You two are going to have to get out of here." He says while pointing at Tyrathias and Bob. "Your companions may stay but you two are not welcome here. Go back to whatever hell you came from, you wretched, foul, vile creatures. You don't belong here."
Disgusted by Cecil’s prejudice, I began to get infuriated. “As a man of a God, you should know not to be so quick to judge. I know these men, and they are good men. I understand why you would think them to be a certain way, but they aren’t like the bad peoples of their kind. They are here to help you and your people, show some damn respect!” I realized I was shouting and tried to calm down a bit, not at all remorseful for raising my voice.
Cecil's expression lightens. "I- I apologize. I didn't realize you were the adventurers I heard of. I assumed you were sent by the dragon to terrorize me.. I didn't know you were here to kill Cathrax. I am terribly sorry. Just.. the stress and wear that that creature has been putting on me, is enough to turn any sane man around. Now I assume you are here for the sword, yes?"
Still not feeling remorseful for raising my voice at him for being so prejudice, I nod at him “I understand completely. Yes, we are here for the sword.” I say calmly
Cecil clears his throat, then speaks. "Well let me tell you a story." He pauses. "The Legend of Artorias"
"Once upon a time, there was a knight, named Artorias. He was the most elite general in the kings army. One day he had a mission to destroy the evil, lurking in a crypt nearby. He took an elite squad of the king's knights, and went on his quest. With his magical sword, Evilthorne, he was able to destroy half of the undead in the crypt. But unfortunately, there were too many of them. The undead slaughtered all of the knights. All but one. After seeing his closest friends get gruesomely massacred, Artorias escaped the catacombs, badly injured. Walking through the emerald forest, he collapsed. On the verge of death, only one breath remaining, he was approached by a pixie. Her name was Sif. Sif used magic to heal Artorias enough for him to be stable. His wounds were too great though, and he needed time to heal. Sif tended to Artorias, nurturing him back to good health. The process took about a year. But by then, Artorias and Sif had fallen in love. Artorias didn't want to leave. So he didn't return to his king. He lived with Sif in the Emerald Forest for 10 years, until Cathrax showed up. Artorias, finally deciding he needed to act, began to prepare to slay the monstrous dragon. Should he fall, Artorias did not want his magical sword to fall in the hands of such a wicked creature. So before he left, Artorias gave Sif Evilthorne, and a promise to return. That was the last time Sif ever saw her lover, Artorias. The legendary Knight was the first of many to fall to the might of Cathrax. And it is said that Sif still guards Evilthorne, on an island in the middle of the lake in the Emerald forest, waiting for the return of her beloved Artorias."
I cast hex on the mimic as my bonus action, allowing me to deal an extra 1d6 of damage. Then I cast Eldritch blast
Hit 21
Damage 13 + 11
The blast hits, shattering the mimic and sending splinters of wood everywhere. The mimic dies instantly.
Left on the ground, is 50 gold pieces each, and 2 health potions each.
Exsausted from fighting the mimic, I lead the group out of the cellar. “Let’s go get our reward and continue on our quest.”
"Thank ya so much! 'Ere I'll give you 50 gold each for yer troubles". He hands you the gold, and wishes you safe travels.
As you go to leave, you are interrupted by the sounds of a fight breaking loose. Two big guys, have their swords drawn, and are actively trying to kill each other.
Then a huge humanoid, in a silver helmet casually walks over to them, and grabs the arm of one of the guys, pulling him back.
"LET GO OF ME YOU BASTARD!!!" the man yells in protest. He tries to pummel the humanoid in the head, but the humanoid pushes him back 5 ft. Then the other guy comes running up unexpectedly and hits the humanoid so hard, his silver helmet is knocked off.
The helmet falls to the ground, revealing the humanoid to be a half-orc. Half the tavern gasps, the others shift uneasily. The mothers hide their children's eyes.
Now furious, the half-orc grabs the man by his hair, in spite of his struggling, and goes to pick up the other man. He throws them out of the tavern (literally), then goes to retrieve his helmet. After he gets it, he apologizes to everyone. Then he approaches Arrya, seeing her awe-struck face. "Excuse me, miss, I'm sorry if I startled you. My name is Bob. Yes, I'm half Orc, but I promise I am a good guy. I heard there was a group of adventurers seeking to kill Cathrax. I really want to help. Do you know where I can find them?"
I smile up at the half orc and shake his hand. “Well Bob, you’ve come to the right place. We’ve just started our journey to kill Cathrax. Our company would love to have you. The more the merrier, right? I’m Arrya and this is Tyrath, Marythia, and Lola. So tell us what lead you to want to join in on fixing our dragon problem.”
I smile back “Well I’m usually a very lovable person and I can see this town is in desperation to fix this freaking dragon problem and you guys look like you could use someone strong and good with weapons so I’m willing to help plus I heard that there is going to be money involved and boy do I love money”
“Well then, let’s go slay some dragons” I say as we all laugh
(By the way, you all can curse as much as you want. You don't need to censor yourself. This is the fantasy medieval times. Think game of thrones. They sure as hell don't censor them selves if they don't want to)
Tyrathias looks up at Bob and says "Welcome, my friend. As a fellow 'monster', I can relate with the uneasy glares, and uncomfortable gasps when people see people like us. Our two races, Half-Orc and Dragonborn, as been falsely associated with the worst of our kind we came from, and it leads to racism. I believe that is why you wear that silver helmet, Yes? Otherwise it's odd for you to have a helmet but no armor. My point is, I can relate with you. Any time someone sees me they assume I'm just as evil as Cathrax. So whenever you need it, I will always have your back. Someone has to have our backs. Not many are willing to. Most want to stab us in it"
Bob pats tyrathias on the back and says “thank you kind sir. Where to now?”
"Well Cecil knows of a magical Item that would be useful in defeating the dragon. So I guess we go see him?"
“Sounds like a plan” I say as I lead us out of the tavern. I am glowing with childlike excitement as I say “This is going to be so fun! I guess i can put dragon slaying on my resume! And i’m so glad i’m not alone!”
You head towards the Chantry, and you walk on in. You see a half-elf man, kneeling in the front, praying to his god. He hears you walk in, and turns around. He then looks at your party with disgust. "You two are going to have to get out of here." He says while pointing at Tyrathias and Bob. "Your companions may stay but you two are not welcome here. Go back to whatever hell you came from, you wretched, foul, vile creatures. You don't belong here."
Disgusted by Cecil’s prejudice, I began to get infuriated. “As a man of a God, you should know not to be so quick to judge. I know these men, and they are good men. I understand why you would think them to be a certain way, but they aren’t like the bad peoples of their kind. They are here to help you and your people, show some damn respect!” I realized I was shouting and tried to calm down a bit, not at all remorseful for raising my voice.
Cecil's expression lightens. "I- I apologize. I didn't realize you were the adventurers I heard of. I assumed you were sent by the dragon to terrorize me.. I didn't know you were here to kill Cathrax. I am terribly sorry. Just.. the stress and wear that that creature has been putting on me, is enough to turn any sane man around. Now I assume you are here for the sword, yes?"
Still not feeling remorseful for raising my voice at him for being so prejudice, I nod at him “I understand completely. Yes, we are here for the sword.” I say calmly
Cecil clears his throat, then speaks. "Well let me tell you a story." He pauses. "The Legend of Artorias"
"Once upon a time, there was a knight, named Artorias. He was the most elite general in the kings army. One day he had a mission to destroy the evil, lurking in a crypt nearby. He took an elite squad of the king's knights, and went on his quest. With his magical sword, Evilthorne, he was able to destroy half of the undead in the crypt. But unfortunately, there were too many of them. The undead slaughtered all of the knights. All but one. After seeing his closest friends get gruesomely massacred, Artorias escaped the catacombs, badly injured. Walking through the emerald forest, he collapsed. On the verge of death, only one breath remaining, he was approached by a pixie. Her name was Sif. Sif used magic to heal Artorias enough for him to be stable. His wounds were too great though, and he needed time to heal. Sif tended to Artorias, nurturing him back to good health. The process took about a year. But by then, Artorias and Sif had fallen in love. Artorias didn't want to leave. So he didn't return to his king. He lived with Sif in the Emerald Forest for 10 years, until Cathrax showed up. Artorias, finally deciding he needed to act, began to prepare to slay the monstrous dragon. Should he fall, Artorias did not want his magical sword to fall in the hands of such a wicked creature. So before he left, Artorias gave Sif Evilthorne, and a promise to return. That was the last time Sif ever saw her lover, Artorias. The legendary Knight was the first of many to fall to the might of Cathrax. And it is said that Sif still guards Evilthorne, on an island in the middle of the lake in the Emerald forest, waiting for the return of her beloved Artorias."
Tyrath looks down at Cecil. "Touching story and all, but what does it have to do with us?"
I gasped “That poor guy! I can’t wait to slay Cathrax”
He looks up at the Dragonborn and says "Well I believe the legend is true, and the sword is in the emerald forest. It will help you defeat Cathrax"