Introduction
Important locations
On the map of the land, one can find three major cities, The Royal city in the north, Herthguard in the west, and Grumin in the east, creating a large triangle between the cities. Along the routes between The Royal city, Grumin, and Herthguard, one can find many small hamlets and villages of varying populations and peoples.
The Royal City: A massive castle city and seat of the Kingdom, the town itself is sectioned off with the Castle in the heart of the city, Houses and suburbs surrounding the castle, and the outer circle being the cities trade and market area.
Herthguard: A large underground city in the western regions of Grodden with much of its architecture consisting of stone from the cave. Most of the population here is made up of Humans and Dwarves who tolerate the enclosed area better than the Orcs and Elves who prefer open spaces
Grumin: The city itself sits dead in the middle of the swampy eastern regions of Grodden, which has helped defend the city from attack in the past. Many Elves and Orcs make Grumin thier home over Herthguards cramped underground dwellings, preffering sunlight and elbow room.
Grodden countryside: The terrain of the countryside varies greatly depending on where you are, huge mountains stretch across the north, winding canyons in the west, damp impassable swamplands in the east, and the coast as Groddens southern boarder. Here many unexplainable events have occured recently, and travel in these areas at this time is ill advised.
The Eight
These great warriors of Grodden are respected, reveared, and some feared by all of her citizens and because of thier great deeds many legends and tales have sprouted around these men and women, which are true and which are false, no one knows, but very few are foolish enough to find out. These heroes, while reffered to as the 'Eight' have never worked together as far as anyone knows, and as they may know of each other, most are wanderers and have never actually met in person. Most believe the group to be impervious to all but time, but with the disaster now spreading in Grodden many are unsure.
Roland The Knight: Enlosed in an unmistakeable plate armor, this legendary warrior has cleaved his way through the bellies of countless dragons and into history with his giant blade.
-[Jung567]
Jaye The Archer: A hooded rouge of shrouded origins, many claim that the fabled archer has never let any of his opponents live long enough to touch him.
-[Mythlin]
Altras The Mage: This wandering master of the arcane is said to have moved mountains and halted floods through sheer force of will.
-[fullmetal642]
Grom The Berserker: A bloodthirsty giant who has appeared on many of Groddens battlefields, aiding her armies for the sole purpose of slaugtering thousands to calm his violent urges.
-[BilgeWater]
Tala The Foreigner: A woman claiming to be from distant eastern lands, she fights with only her hands and a gourd of wine, even the strongest armor bends at the touch of her fists.
-[AshFisher]
Reanef The Saint: A pious man who is rumored to work miracles and asks for nothing in return, during his travels he heals the sick and wounded, and protects the weak with his mighty spear.
-[reanef]
Tyelka The Duelist: A young bounty hunter who's skill is only exceeded by her greed, stories have been told of the speed of her daggers causing victims to bleed to death before they hit the ground.
-[Archlkan]
Orith The Defender: Bearing an enormous shield and equally large hammer, this warrior fears the strike of no man, with shield in hand many believe he can hold back entire armies.
-[Censored69]
[The Eight may be of any race or gender as long as they fit the above discription]
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"Your Magesty, you dont give me enough credit, I have a team of adventurers here in the city already, and I have paid them from my own pocket for the task." Ciprian, much younger and far more level headed than Beumont, was the only advisor that King Beumont had ever appointed in his fifty years of holding the crown, he trusted the man, especially in times like this. Ciprian knew the man before him had little faith in the the heroes of his kingdom, but Ciprian had traveled the land, spoken to the people, heard first hand accounts of them slaying great beasts, protecting the helpless, and destroying entire armies singlehandedly, they were infact real, they had to be, because he had no other options. "Sire, Give me three days, and I will have these Eight before you in this very room, you will not be disappointed."
"I should hope not, but you only have these three days, that is all the time i can afford to give, I suspect these beasts will be marching on my doorstep soon." He was unsure about his sudden change of heart, but the young man seemed sure of himself. The King watched quietly as his advisor respectfully bowed and bolted out of the room, off to the streets to find his team.
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It had been a few days since Grom had left Herthguard, and he should have reached Grumin a long time ago, but he enjoyed travelling and took his time when on the road. He hadn't seen too many people on the road today, which was strange because this was a common trade route between the cities, but the answer soon became clear as barricades appeared in his way. Down the road Grom spotted a few wagons, horses, and men standing in the middle of the road. Highwaymen. He laughed at the thought and continued on his way. "What the hell is that?" "It doesnt look like he has much coin." "Stop him anyway." Grom could hear all of these things as he inched closer to the thieves. "Woah there good traveller, may we have a word with you?" The Orc snorted in response and never broke his stride. The mans persistance irritated him, he walked backwards a few paces infront of Grom as the others surrounded him. "We request a Toll for passage into the swamps, your pack should be enough, throw it here and we'll let you go." To the dismay of the thieves, Grom kept walking, one of the men behind him drew a dagger, and without thinking, sunk it into his flank. Thick black blood oozed out of the wound, Grom let out an ear shattering roar and back-handed the man to his rear, His breathing grew heavy, and froth built around the giants mouth. Pulling the axe from his back he turned and struck the man who lay on the ground, his head violently exploding from the force of the Orcs weapon. One of the men let out a cry of terror and attempted to flee, but was cut short when the large axe buried itself in his waist, killed almost instantly save for some post-mordem figiting. As the axe was retrived, Grom turned to find the final man was gone, and a sharp pain growing in his side. Looking to his side he found the dagger and retracted it, it wasnt long and as far as he knew, nothing vital was struck. Pulling the shirt off of the headless man, he cut himself a bandage and wrapped the wound the best he could, and continued down his path.
A small bump in the road would not ruin his good day.
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The breaking of a small tree branch that lay underneath the leader's foot was the signal for the hunter to get started by clearing out the weaker bandits. As teh group started walking once more, the hunter took the time in the world taking the group out one by one. A slight mistake made one of the bandits yell out before he died. "What was that sound!" The leader turned himself around, unsheathing his sword. His eyes were burning from rage, the group that existed out of seven members got decreased to three. "Which beast is responsible for this... This insult?!" The two other bandits had unsheathed their weapons as well. "I know you are there! Reveal yourself coward!" The leader motioned for the remaining two to search the area. Ahh... Humans are such simpletons... They nearly make me regret the fact that I have to kill them. The hunter made sure the two remaining bandits would follow and fall into a trap the hunter made. "Found the culprit! No mercy!" The two bandits yelled as they chased the hunter down deep in the swamps. The hunter smirked and jumped over a small heap of leaves, the two bandits, dumb enough to not realise the obvious trap triggered the contraption and the two got send down into a deep dark pit, not just a normal pit. No, these two had claimed a long and painful death. The pit was filled with venomous creatures, surely the two unlucky thugs are silently begging for mercy.
The hunter sighed, retracing the way back to the bandit leader who foolishly waited for the culprit to return. It seemed he had anticipated that his followers would be slain. The gigantic man pointed his sword at the mysterious person who had just disabled his followers without getting noticed. "Are you the one who murdered my followers?! Choose your words carefully coward, they might be your last!" The hunter smirked once more, looking at the enraged human. "You're actually kind of cute. I'll regret having to put a handsome man like you out of your misery." The raider scoffed, raising his blade as he did so and charged the mysterious person. "You shall pay for my followers lives with yours!" The hunter easily dodged the enraged attack and immediately countered the attack with a kick in the man's side. "Now, now... There is no need to waste your life for those lowlifes... I'd say... Return everything you stole and you might life another day." But the raider refused to listen and once more charged in head on. The hunter reached for her weapons, ducking down so the swing would fly over her head and with a quick strike she disabled one of the man's arms and a pool of blood quickly formed underneath the man.
In one last raging strike, it was over. The clash resulted into the man getting impaled by two daggers that were now stuck in his chest. And with a large cough of blood he dropped to the ground and a large puddle of blood crawled out underneath his body. The hunter smirked, removing her hood from her head, revealing an elven woman with blackened eyes that stared at the dying man. The woman sighed, removing some of her hair that had fallen over her eyes. The raiders eyes widened, shocked that he got defeated by a woman, an elf no less! "W-Who are Y-You...?!" The woman now smiled, walking up to the man and kneeling before him, levelling her head towards his. "You might have heard my name before, Tyelka Milme..." With that the woman retracted her weapons from the man's body, quickening the man's death. The raider's eyes had widened slightly and just before his last breath he only could blurt out that could be heard as a feint cry of defeat. The elven woman sighed once more staring at the now dead raider's body. "At least you got me once..." Her hand covered a wound the raider made on her left arm, although not critical, it needed bandaging and with a quick 'rip' the elven woman removed a small part from her cloak and started wrapping it around the wound.
She pulled her hood up once more and started looting the dead body from anything that had value. Some money, a necklace that held a small fairy amulet and as a last; A feint shining rock. "They didn't mention about the raiders stealing a pebble. Ahh well, that means one more shiny object for me." The elven woman laughed and started placing the objects where they belonged. The money and the amulet would go into a separate pouch she had stitched on her bag. Allowing her to remember that those objects needed to be returned. The shiny pebble would be placed in one of the pouches on the woman's belt, as she did so, she sheathed her weapons and turned around to make her way back to Grumin.
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"As you wish." Altras said to softly as he looked at the small army of dragons rushing toward him. He began to spin his staff quietly saying spells, his eyes closed as he spun his staff and stabbed it in to the ground, the ground began to shake and the mountain the mage was standing on began to crack and shake. In a mere moment Altras was standing behind the mage, "You have cause these people a great discomfort, and as a protector of the people I shall show you my true power," with a swing of his staff all the dragon's crashed into each other and the canyon wall falling into the deep canyon. Altras placed his hand on the other mage and in a mere moment a blast of energy was sent through his hand in to the mages chest sending him flying into the depths of the canyon with the dragons. "That village is now safe." Altras walked into the sunset as a large explosion came from the depths of the canyon, causing a slight avalanche that fell into the canyon, but would not effect the villages nearby.
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"Sorry," he muttered and walked off.
"Sorry?! Rude fellow! Get back here!" barked one of the boys while the others jeered at him.
Roland turned around at him and asked, "What? You got a problem with me?"
"You think everything can be solved with a simple... "sorry"?" jeered the boy, "I want compensation!"
"Your problem kid. See ya," was Roland's answer and he moved away.
Schiink...
The boy drew his sword and pointed at him, "Rude commoner! I challenge you to a duel!"
Roland scoffed as he stopped in his tracks, "A boy like you isn't worth anything in this world."
"Damn you! I'll make you eat your own words!" cried the boy as he charged at Roland.
Gachak!
The boy gaped at his sword being smashed into pieces by a punch from Roland's prosthetic arm. He fell on his ass and tried to move away.
"Next?" Roland asked with a smug tone.
"Damn you!!!" cried the other boys as they charged at him with their swords.
Gachak! Whump! Whump! Whump! Woosh! Whump!
They felt the prosthetic smash into their midriffs and skulls and catch their swords. Some of them passed out while others vomited on the stone road.
"Hmph... Not worth a damned thing," Roland muttered as he walked off to the exit of the city, leaving the noble children behind him.
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"Three days.. you want me to go aaaaall the way to Herthguard in three days and find a legendary hero. A hero, I might add, for whom the only description I have is that they carry around a large gourd. So I have to find a person carrying around an object used for drinking in a dwarven city. Thank you, royal intelligence." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, his face cracking out into a grin. Venting to no one in particular was very therapeutic, he decided as he once again adjusted course.
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And finally on the evening of the second day he arrived at Herthguard. He didn't mind dwarven cities overmuch.. sure the atmosphere was oppressive, but they always had good drink and enough of that drowned out the oppressive atmosphere. So naturally, his first stop would have to be one of the bars in order to make his trip a little more tolerable. After all, hard to do a good job under heavy stress! With that decided he navigated the twisting corridors and hallways of the expansive underground city until he reached his destination. A small group of off-duty guards preceded him by a few paces.
He took in a deep breath. The smell of alcohol was one he greatly enjoyed! He then let his eyes scan over the inhabitants of the bar.. making his typical list. Who was most likely to start a fight, who was most likely to throw up all over the person next to him.. and then his eyes fell over a cloaked figure sitting at the bar. Well that was peculiar. But as his eyes scanned downward, something caught his eye. A gourd sitting at the person's feet. He shook his head incredulously. "There's no way it could be that easy.."
His train of thought was broken as a fight broke out in front of him. And wouldn't you know it, it was started by one of the people he had filed under 'most likely to start a fight.' He shook his head with a laugh.. something about this sort of atmosphere reminded him of his former career as a pirate. He made his way over to the bar, ducking under a stray hook from a drunk with little sense of balance. He turned around with a grin, walking backwards as he gave the brawlers a salute. "Carry on, gentlemen!" He bumped into the bar and fell back into the stool directly beside Tala's. Though he did try to play it off as intentional, leaning back against the bar and tossing the lady a grin. "You look a bit out of place among this lot."
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He lay down in his gutter and sighed again, much louder, drawing some looks from passersby. He took out his water skin and sack of meat and started enjoying his breakfast. As he ate some, he started playing his game. Poking into the passerby's mind and commenting. An Orc came out of a bar near him and he smirked. This jerk has five kids and a wife. They have next to nothing and here's the husband buying ale and whores. "She knows!!" he shouted at him. Seeing the Orc flinch and give off fear he was pleased. Wow....how corrupted he had become. It was bad he enjoyed that, but the wife should know....
He tortured a few more lowlifes as he finished his ration of breakfast and then he picked up something. People were being stupid. There was always the vibe he got and he was always right. He felt people dying near by and could feel the killer coming his way. As she came closer and closer he pulled out his spear and concealed it. The Elven woman Walked by him and he jabbed her with the spear point in the side. "Stop Theif"
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Jaye picked up the scroll once more. The tiny handwritten message on it was penned by a familiar hand. The same one that had written all of the monthly reports that the falcon carried to him. Although Jaye was no longer the Commander of the Silverbolts, he still kept contact with the Company through written letters. During the final moments of the battle, the Commander of the Silverbolts had asked one of the retreating soldiers to deliver the message he is reading now to the Company Headquarters. Another spasm of pain shook through Jaye as he recalled Mythral, his long-time friend who had taken over as Commander when he became tired of all the public attention.
No, Jaye forced the image of the ever-cheerful Mythral to a corner of his mind, there will be time enough later for grieving. Now is the time for action, if these creatures are able to defeat not only the best of the Silverbolts but also the King’s Army, they cannot be allowed to roam free, and a small voice in Jaye’s head added, nor can I sit still when Their death has not yet been avenged.
The next morning saw Jaye not in his wooden cabin by Silverglade but on the road to the Royal City heading towards the Headquarters of the Silverbolt Company which was located only a few miles outside the Royal City. He was lightly ladened, carrying only his weapons and only enough provision for the two days needed to reach the Headquarters. His mount is a small dun mare, breed for speed and endurance, and they moved along the broad highway at a ground-eating canter.
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Grumin's gates lie open before him as he reached the city, but no sign of the mysterious woman. His only destination was the tavern, deciding the best way to spend the coins he plucked from the thieves would be a few good drinks. The swamp city tended to attract the worst Grodden had to offer, and it had gotten much worse since his last visit. Grom estimated he had passed atleast six homeless families just from the gates to the tavern, including a man resting in a ditch beside the bar itself. Turning his attention from the man to the building in front of him, he saw all sorts of swill entering and leaving the... Rusty Boot? Not the name he would have gone with, but they looked like his sort of people, or atleast the kind that didn't ask alot of questions.
Inside, the tavern was dark, lit by only a few candles on either side of the room and no windows as far as he could tell. Maybe the woman was here, he scanned the room quickly but the lack of proper lighting hid the faces of the patrons well, so Grom quickly let the idea go. Finding an empty seat at the bar, between two rather shady characters no less, he dropped a coin on the bar.
"Ale" Grom grunted at the bartender, his voice sounded as if two stones were violently rubbing together. As his drink was sat in front of him, he lifted it to his lips and graciously drank, which he didnt put down until i was completely drained. The bartender returned to find the mug empty and another coin placed next to it, but Grom sat hazily with his chin in his palm.
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The guard looked at this and laughed "What're ya going to do 'la-" his words were cut off as Tala flicked her index finger. The guard stumbled back a few steps, landing on his butt, and gasping for breath. There was a dent in his armor where she had flicked. A second guard came charging at her, sword drawn. "You would attack a unarmed person?" she said at the same time as banding her right elbow, and changing her fist into a flat palm. When the guard got close enough, she thrust her arm forward. The second guard went flying, knocking over two tables, and landing on his back. There was a crack in his armor now, Tala cursed herself in her mind, she had not meant to use that much force. The man was still alive, which had been her original goal, so at least that was good.The other guards didn't even try to attack her, instead they went to their downed fellows. They had no authority when off duty, so they couldn't arrest her then and there.
She turned to the bar and grabbed her gourd, tying it so that it rested on her back. She then reached into one of her hidden pockets and placed a good amount of gold coin on the bar. She looked to the barkeep. "For the damage I've done." She looked to the man who had sat beside her, giving him a small nod. She then exited the bar, feeling every eye on her. Perhaps it was time to leave Hearthguard, word would spread fast about what had happened. The last thing Tala wanted to deal with was prison, not that she couldn't break out easily. She stopped a little ways outside of the bar, thinking about where she should go to next.
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The sounds of footsteps passed Tyelka's ears, for a swamp, the roads were fairly crowded. As the roads started to shrink in travellers, the elven woman took her time to enjoy the various sounds of nature. Birds flying though the sky, leaves making a sift cracking sound as they got moved by the soaring wind. It was peaceful, it nearly gave the elven woman the urge to lay down underneath one of the many trees and taking a small nap. Though she figured it would be better to rest inside the town, in the wilds there could be other bandits from the group she had slain. As the town gates seemed to grow closer Tyelka was stopped. A stranger, dressed in priest robes had dared jabbing his weapon into her side. Luckily, just scratching the elven woman's side. 'Stop thief!' The stranger yelled out, and that yell was responded to with a raised eyebrow, though that expression was concealed by her hood. Tyelka moved a few inches back, watching the weapon that just inju- Scratched her. A spear, a coward's weapon is what she called it. The long range is what makes it a dangerous weapon, though it seemed this person had yet to know what makes a weapon truly powerful.
"I wonder. It seems I accidently bumped into your spear while passing by. I apologize." With a small bow towards the man, the elven woman smiled pulling the spear out of her reach a slight bit more before continuing her road. She didn't have the time to be answering that motion in the right way. The stranger probably wasn't worth her time in the slightest anyway. For safety reasons, Tyelka had one of her hands on the hilt of her dagger, ready to counter any incoming attack would she need to do so and carried on walking towards the gate that separated her from Grumin.
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He noticed footsteps on the road. A small patrol, six men, probably not a threat. Orith continued only slightly more alert. It was about an hour later when he noticed the footsteps disappeared. That was incorrect, there was a scuffle site, obviously the patrol had been ambushed and then there were no footsteps beyond that point. Either the patrol had chased the bandits off into the surrounding forest or they had lost. Orith took a step back and reached into the trailer for his shield. Just as his hand connected with the metal a voice came from behind him. "What'cha got there?" Orith slowly turned, keeping his hand on the shield. Suddenly he let out a sigh of relief as he saw three worn and battered soldiers.
"Just protection. You look like hell."
One of the soldiers laughed. "I feel like hell. You wouldn't mind helping us out would you? We have three heavily wounded men and your cart there would save us the trouble of trying to carry them." Orith smiled and nodded, glad to help. "You go collect your men and I will rearrange my cart to fit them."
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[Edit] there is also the 'other' guy who no one knows any information about them. Not even Bilge, well he (Or possibility of being a she) knows at least what race they are.