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The legendary son, Ororot

Inside the Lord & Lady Tavern, Lantol, Aelvale


Ororot casually stepped outside the shanty, closed the door behind him, and took off towards the alleyway behind the shanty. Turning right into the next alley he was able to catch a glimpse of the growing flames through a hole in the back wall. “Burn!” He thought with an overwhelming sense of joy. Having a personal hatred for Lantol it was no concern to him if the town were to be set afire. He was just “thinning out those against the cause.” Or that was what he said to justify it. As he continued the shouts of men could be heard from all around. They pounded on doors, busting in ones that didn’t open, accused people of kidnapping the child, and tore their houses apart in search for the child that in the end wasn’t there. The search was more a mad frenzy, the guards unable to search because they had to stop the others who were tearing the town apart in the search.

At the same time the child’s mother lay collapsed in her tavern room. Both the barkeep and maid had left; the barkeep to join in on the search, and the maid was obtaining nourishment for the mother. Two other maids and she were the only ones left running the tavern. With only the elderly and the strangers to these parts left there were a little over a dozen patrons. The tavern was filled with low spirits and not much conversation occurred.

Trying his best to go unnoticed it was a relief that he was noticed only a alleyways distance away from the Lord & Lady Tavern. With the whole town on alert the gate had surely been closed and were going to remain so. The fire would surely force them to open the gates so populace can escape. Lantol architecture consisted up mainly of wood with stone, only the castle was solid stone.

“Who goes there!?” Shouted a gruff voice that boomed out into the night. It was the barkeep. Six feet tall, he nearly matched Ororot in height, though he had far more muscle mass.

“I’m just a passerby on his way to the Lord & Lady.” Ororot replied with a smirk from beneath his hood. “I believe I’m close. Could you direct me in the right direction?”

The barkeep wasn’t sure what to think about the robbed and hooded man before him. He obviously looked shifty. Who else besides a shifty person would walk around on the cold snow covered grown barefoot? “I don’t accept rift-raft in my tavern. It’s probably best you just head back to where you came.” Said the barkeep with a shooing wave.


“Rift-raft… who me?” Ororot said as if shocked by the word. “I assure you I’m far above the rift-raft of the world… though I make not always look it.” He said as he lifted his robe slightly to shoe his feet clearly. “I may be barefoot, but I have money… real money.”

Wide eyed the barkeep just stared at the man, shocked. He wasn’t expecting him to be so civilized. “I’m… I’m sorry sir, please feel free to make yourself at home at my tavern.” The barkeep replied and pointed to the large building off to his left. “Its that building over there, you cant miss it. There is one thing though, a mothers child went missing from on of my rooms.” Without another word the barkeep turned and head down another alleyway.

With a quick simple nod in acknowledgement Ororot turned and head towards the tavern. The barkeep was either very wise or a fool. Approaching the tavern doors the atmosphere was thick with sorrow and mourning; a refreshing mood for him. “Not long now.” He muttered to himself as he entered.
Every eye in the place locked on him in a blink of an eye. Most just turned back around after seeing him while one of the maids approached. Quickly he took note of the thirteen patrons, the two maids, and accounted for the mother that was surely upstairs. A small party of adventures sat at the bar, eating and conversing between themselves. They seemed to be the only semi dangerous ones in the whole place. The others were either elderly or merchants with no weapons training.

“If you’ll take a table I’ll be glad to bring you some nourishment sir.” The maid politely stated as she pointed to the several free tables. “Is there anything in particular you would like?”

“Yes, a plate of boiled potatoes and a flagon of your finest. Please and thank you.” Ororot replied before turning and taking a seat at a table on the far end of the tavern. There wasn’t much light in the corner and he preferred it that way. The less people noticed him the better.

Minutes later the maid returned with a plate of potatoes, and flagon of the taverns finest, and a pint sized mug to go with it. “Will that be all sir?” She asked after placing the plate down and pouring him a pint.

“That will be all.” He replied and handed the maid a generous tip, a silver coin.