Tregan approached an encampment he had found in the middle of the Sharval Wilds; close to Blood Moor and the Rogues Monastery. The walls were built form the very forest it was housed in. He could see lit torches around the encampment. Tre was eager to learn more information about the corruption of his world and what had caused it. As he approached closer to the make-shift fort, he heard the undeniable sound of bows drawing.
"Halt" a mysterious voice beckoned out. Tre looked around but could not find the source. Knowing better than to test his luck against the inner sight of these rogues, Tre stood absolutely still. Five women appeared from the dense woods surrounding him and presented themselves; their bows still drawn and aimed right at Tre.
"What is your name and why are you here?" The woman in front asked.
"I mean you no harm. My name is Tre and I found this encampment while wondering through these woods. There is an Evil that is infecting the world around us and I am trying to find out more information on where it came from and more importantly, how to stop it."
As soon as Tre stopped talking three of the women huddled closer together and began whispering to one another as the other two kept their mark on Tre.
"Come with us." Was the only reply he got as the women began to walk back to their encampment. No longer at the mercy of their bows, Tre followed them calmly, unsure of what was to come of him.
Tre entered the encampment as he saw what appeared to be a somewhat functioning town within the wooden walls. He saw a Blacksmith in one corner of the fort and a gambler in the other. Dozens of rogues occupied the space; arrows flew across the courtyard as the honed their already magnificent skill with the bow. More surprising to Tre was a grouping of other people; Barbarians, Sorcerers, Necromancers and Paladins conversing with each other in the middle of the encampment near a fire. Tre walked past the group as he continued to follow his escorts to the South end of the camp.
"Wait here" The woman demanded of Tre as they stood in front of a tent. The leader of the group walked into the tent as the other four watched closely over Tre. After a few minutes a cloaked woman emerged from the tent.
"I am Akara, welcome to my camp." She looked at the rogues surrounding Tre and signaled for them to leave. "You will have to forgive my rogues, for these are not safe times we live in." She approached Tre and signaled for him to follow her into her tent. "I am the priestess of this encampment. We fled from the monastery awhile back as a corruption spread through most of the Rogues."
As soon as Tre heard these words, he eagerly wanted to ask Akara if she had any information about this corruption and if it was the same source as the corruption that had infected the nature around him. "This corruption you speak of, do you know its source?"
"Unfortunately no. All I know is that the Sisterhood of the Sightless Eye use to occupy a mighty monastery where we defended these woods from. Slowly, the rogues began to turn, one by one, as Evil took over the monastery. The corrupted rogues turned on the rest of us. We had to flee from our ancient home and make fort here."
Tre was upset that the answer he was looking for was not here. His mind began to plan out where else he could travel in hopes of finding the source to this corruption. "I am sorry but I have no time to waste. I am on a journey looking for this Evil that has entered our beloved Sanctuary. If this is all you know, I need to be on my way" Tre announced to Akara as he stood up and began walking out of the tent.
"Please wait" Akara cried out to Tre. "We are in desperate need of your assistance. This evil that has destroyed our clan is still about us." This comment peaked Tre's interest. "A horrible demon named Andariel took over our monastery. She must vital to the Evil that spread through these women."
"Then I need to find this Andariel. I must go to the monastery" Tre replied to Akara.
"In due time" Akara answered Tre's decision. "But there is something I... We need of you first. I am sure you saw those other people outside by the fire. They have come here on the same mission as you, to find the source of this Evil. I ask of you, there is a cave near here that has been corrupted. The demons emerge at night and constantly attack our fort. I am afraid supplies are running low and we will not be able to to fight them off much longer. Please, help us. Gather those heroes outside and find this cave and cleanse this den of Evil. If we loose this fort, then this whole forest will be its prey."
Tre paused for a second, thinking over the choices in his head. He knew he had to go after this Andariel creature but Akara was in need of immediate assistance. He turned back towards Akara and asked "Where is this den?"
"Unfortunately, my scouts have not been able to find its location. You will have to venture out into the woods and find it. I trust that you and the other heroes will be able to find it"
Tre left the tent and headed towards the men and women standing around the camp fire. The word Heroes kept playing over and over in his head as he approached the group. A hero he was not, this corruption was bigger than himself and the task of ridding it from this world was a mere illusion even to himself. He had planned on finding what had caused it but destroying it was another task entirely; one he could not accomplish on his own.
As he made it to the camp fire, the other people around it looked at him eager to hear what Akara had told him and what was to become of all of them.
"Hello, my name is Tre. I am a Druid from Scosglen. Akara has asked of all of us to help save this camp and in the process end the Evil that is infecting these woods. I do not know any of you or your motives for being here but I cannot turn my head to these people in need. I plan on finding this Den of Evil and eliminating all the creatures that dwell within it. From there, I will continue traversing through these woods to find the source of this Evil that has emerged onto our Sanctuary. Destroying and turning the world upon itself. Anyone who would like to join me on this quest is free to do so. Buy any supplies you will need and prepare yourselves for this journey. We will leave shortly. I will meet any of you who decide to join at the Northern gate"
Feeling a bit awkward addressing these people he did not even know, Tre looked around the fort, seeing what wares and equipment he could find to take with him on this mission.
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Grogbaargh stood up vigorously in almost a jump-like fashion and shouted out as loud as he could with a big grin on his face - "I am Grogbaargh - a proud barbarian who likes a good adventure and a good adventure is a dangerous adventure filled with lots of monsters and loot! I will join your crusade and the bloodier it is the better!"
The druid spoke of destroying the evil, so Anagra looked up slowly. He was just another warrior, he thought.
But no, he wasn't. There was something in his posture, or his words, that set him out from the other idiots that came through the camp. Anagra has been waiting for days for someone like this man, and he stood up.
"I will meet any of you who decide to join at the Northern gate," he said.
What made him stand up to join this man? Anagra did not know. All these years he has been waiting to free his soul from his terrible deeds, and this finally seemed like his chance. The lone necromancer stood, and he said in words that can were barely audible, "I shall join you in this quest."
And with that, what choice did he have? He pulled out his dagger, and was ready.
Arry Greenthorne sat silently reading the body language of those around him. He was looking for signs that the many souls scattered accross the camp were more than mercinairies after a quick coin but heroes with a purpose.
Though uncertian of their expressed mannerisms the Paladin was sure that the taint of evil nearby needed a swift resolution and so raised his hand, "...and I" he added.
Grasping a handful of dirt with his left hand from the ground, standing up from his previously crouching position, Tilika holds his head high and closes his eyes. Taking a deep breath, he pours the dirt into the palm of his right hand, lightly widening his fingers letting the dirt run through them. As soon as the last dirt hit the ground he opens his eyes and speaks loudly. "This quest is not to be taken lightly. Whatever forces are thriving in that den has its roots burrowed deep within these peoples' homelands", he said, "and more likely even deeper than so."
Brushing off the dirt on his already dirtstained tunic, he looks eagerly at the others, albeit not knowing their true motives for coming here. "Add me to your ranks if you want some thinking to go along with these brutes, 'ere", he said mockingly, "more cunning a barbarian you have never laid eyes on."
With a smirk on his face, gently pushing aside those standing in his way, Tilika makes his way to the blacksmith.
Rolling his eyes the Paladin muttered to himself "one thing worse than an angry barbarian and that's a barbarian who is right".
He then walked to the centre of the site, cleared his throat and addressed the crowd.
"Friends, this brute who boasts superiority to his brethren is not, we are all equal but you should heed his words. It is the nature of my kin to know when evil is afoot and a dispicable force has taken hold here. The land is tainted. If you seek nothing but gold for your purse then begone, we cannot risk further corruption." with his part said, Arry returns to his seat and begins muttering charms to himself.
Grogbaargh came up to his fellow barbarian Tilika and stared at the eyes of the paladin. "You better not be talking ill of me and my friend here, cause we are two and you are the only one of your kind here, so you better watch your mouth, you hypocrisy-speaking paladin! You say you don't care about your purse but I'll be damn if your purse doesn't start weighting on you by the end of this journey... You better watch your back, "paladin"... Because I and my barbarian brother here have much more experience in slaughtering demonic hordes than you paladins who only sit on your asses speaking of good and evil! Remember - I've cut a thousand demon throats and I can do this with ease to a human one, too... " After those words of warning the barbarian returned to his place, still piercing the paladin with his cold-blooded eyes.
Stopping fast, not turning his back, he considered the words spoken to him recently. "Hold off, brother Grogbaargh. Despite the use of filthy words, the holy warrior simply ephasizes our cause here", Tilika said out loudly, "We need not shed human blood on account of this journey we're setting out on. The vile creatures we face have done this thoroughly already". Tilika lowered his head and went yet ahead towards the sound of hammer against an anvil.
"Greetings, stranger!", the woman hollered as he approached the sound of steel in the making. Pausing what she was doing, holding a steelblade in her hand, "This demonic plague must've reached far, seeing the likes of you in this area. Might I ask where you're from?".
Intrigued by the steel- and leatherworks, Tilika smiles at the woman "Greetings! Such finely crafted swords and armors I have not laid eyes on for a long time. I heed from a small village not far from the mount Arreat upnorth. Primarily hunting food in my younger years, I've switched course to hunting demons now",he said with a jestful tone.
"Don't hesitate to ask if you want to try any of the blades, having a fully trained barbarian wield my crafts would be an honor."
The blonde-haired man smiled. "I'm Charsi, just call me if you need something", she added and went on with her business.
"If you say so Barbarian Grogbaargh, just remember that you are one of the 'brutes' your 'wise' Tilika refers to..." Arry pauses for a moment, stands up and sighs "...anyway let us say no more. My name is Arry Greenthorne - I am (as you have already noticed) a Paladin and in the name of all that is good I say that we put our differences aside. Now, I'll take my leave of you, the Nothern Gate is where you'll find me".
sighing quite loudly to show a bit of boredom and possibly a little disdain at the perceived theatrics of his soon-to-be comrades...
"So much talk, so much chest-beating. Do you all think the demonkin and their rotting allies are traipsing around their little den out there, proclaiming their own greatness? Idle talk will be fine when you're sitting around the hearth telling your grandchildren this tale many years from now, but if you want to live to see those days we'd best be served by ending this unholy infestation before it grows in power, more than it already probably has. In my long studies if these kind, they do not sit around for long. We should probably count ourselves lucky to not already find them at the walls, ready to suckle every drop of marrow from the bones of all who dwell here."
"I'll be waiting at the gates as well."
with a level, momentary stare Kiserai heads straight for the gates of the encampment, producing a large, unmarked and notably dusty book from a traveling satchel that he proceeds to page through as he walks
A shadowy figure stepped out of the shadow and started to twitch while laughing quietly then began to say " Then I might as well come, seeing as we hopefully share the same purpose... My name is Algranon, I do not care what you call me..."Then Algranon stared at Kiserai and walked over to him stared at him cautiously and pulled out his own tomb of lore and began to read
Meanwhile, Anagra sat in the corner. Waiting for the moment of departure. He saw the others mingling, and even some conversing. It would take a much younger version of him to be like the others. For now he would wait for the Druid to lead the group to the wilderness.
He knew that at any moment, his last quest would begin. The quest for self-gratification.
As Tilika looks back at the site where the party at first was gathered, it seemed people were already moving up to the northern gate. Having his supplies packed down already, and his axe sharpened to the point of being able to shave the thickest of beards, he walks towards the gate where he'd begin his new adventure with the other fellow travelers.
As he passes where he had crouched down before, in front of the fire, he suddenly stops. Feeling the eyes of the others upon his curved back, certain they all await of him a spoken word, he opens his mouth. "Tilika Vyieturn, cunning yet ferocious warrior of the north." the barbarian says loudly.
Another smirk appears on his face as he resumes his way to the northern gate, relieved of what he just announced.
Algranon looked at Tilika Hahahaah you haven't seen what they do. Not at all... cunning and ferocity doesn't mean anything if you are a mindless minion Then started to murmor about people interrupting his studies for stupid bosts
"I don't like magic at all... And much less sorcerers and necromancers... You fools talk way too much, but it would take only a plain slap across the face to make you kiss the ground!" - said Grogbaargh and calmly headed to the Northern gate.
As Grogbaargh saw the foul look that the paladin gave him he returned the favour by spitting on the ground. A clear sign of what he thought about the hypocritical paladin. Both men understood each other "perfectly" even without the use of physical means. But this was the case only for now...
raises an eyebrow with the faintest hit of interest at the mention of 'sorcerer', looking with a cold, arrogant humor toward Grogbaargh
"The real fool is he who opens his mouth without using that piece of haunted meat between his ears. If you'd like to prove your -fascinating- little theory, you're welcome to try and slap me. It would probably be more productive, however, for us to find the demons. I'm sure our coming victory will do more than enough to fill that tremendously monstrous ego so inherent in your people."
Kiserai then sighs quietly, closing his large book and placing it back into his satchel with a shifted glance toward the dark wilderness that spreads out only a short distance from the warm, protective-seeming firelight of the camp, raising a hand to rub at his forehead, clearly an attempt to assuage a headache
Algranon stared at Kiserai I agree with you, for now... Hiding in a corner fighting like animals will only give them time to become stronger, and the stronger they get the more chance of us all dying. Though you shouldn't be so confident, I was at one time and look what it got me Algranon began to violently twitch and then just as sudden as it started it stopped.