Chapter 1: Gathering a band of Adventurers...er, bloodthirsty bastards?
Me name is Urist, and a Dwarf from the Red Hills. I've traveled far to this city of Humans, where Mad King Trebor has pledged wealth and fame to any who can slay the Evil Wizard Werdna and bring his amulet back as proof! And, well, what kind of Dwarf would I be if that didn't tempt me out? I mean, a chance to crack the skull of some damnable wizard and get fame and fortune for it to boot? I couldn't wait to get here!
After walking in, though, I found out that this might be a wee bit harder then I'd thought. Seems a great many stout lad had wandered down into the dungeons after Werdna's head, and none had come back out alive! Ill news that. I talked with a man name Gilgamesh, owns a Taverns (good beer). Anyway, he suggested that I gather up a few foolhardy souls to go with me. Seemed like a sound plan, so I started asking around.
First person I came across was this daft Gnome. Introduced himself as Moltar the Magician! I think our conversation went something like this:
"So...ah, Gnome, what's yer name?"
"Oh, I'm Moltar the Magician! I'm studying to become a great and powerful Wizard! If you're going down to the dungeons, I'd love to go along. It'd be a great chance to practice my spells!" He seemed rather excited.
"What? I'm goin' down there ta kill a wizard. Why in Armok's name would I want to bring one along? I hate magic!"
"But...you're a Samurai, right? You mix magic and fighting ability? How can you hate magic?"
"Are ye daft? I'm a Dwarven Runemaster you silly Gnome. Not a Sam-ur-eye or whatever. And besides, it's dwarven magic, not wizard magic. That's different!"
"But..it's magic!"
"Well, how else am I supposed te kill things with Fire down there, eh? No magma in the dungeon!"
And then he wandered off. Gnomes just don't get logic the way a dwarf does. No head for it, I guess.
Anyway, about then a human wandered up. Tall guy, and skinny. Probably snap like a twig. Yeah, so, he walks up and introduces himself as Frederick the Ninth. I asked what happened to the other eight, and he said those were his ancestors. Not too imaginative, these humans, but I guess I have to give them credit for keep'n with tradition.
"So, uh, Frederick. Ye heard me talk'n with that Gnomie fellow, eh?"
"Indeed I did, sir Dwarf. And I'd like to aid you in your quest."
"Yer not a wizard, are ye? I don't like wizards, much."
"No! No, I assure you, I am a priest of the God Korthok. Lord of Storms and Wrath of the Heavens!"
"Ah, well, then, glad ta have you along. I think we'll need a few more lads, though. Probably seven. Seven's the proper number for sett'n off into a dungeon."
"Sounds excellent. I know of another acolyte who is in the service of Shototh the Lord of Night. He may be willing to join us."
"The power of two gods, eh? Yeah, I can see that helping us."
So we walk off ta find this priest of Shototh. They come back after a bit, and this greasy looking human in black robes comes up to me. Says his name is Goron, and that he'd be happy to join us. He seemed a bit eager to kill things. Kind of Creepy, really, with the hand wringing and the licking his lips and all. But, eh, whatever. As long as he pulls his weight I don't care.
I'm gett'n a bit thisty by now, an head back ta the Tavern. I'm drinking a nice ale and I see this Hobbit sitting around. Looks bored, so I go up to him.
"Yo there, Hobbity fellow"
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. I'm look'n for some stout lads to go down to the dungeons with me. What's yer name?"
"I'm Akigagak" he drawled, smoking a pipe. Rude little fellow, didn't even look up at me.
"Ah. Well, Akigagakaka, uh, what can you do?"
"I can open a locked chest, and I've passed the Trap Detection, Avoidence, and Disarment classes up at the Academy of Rogues."
"Ah, a learned fellow. Excellent. You want ta go along, lad?"
"Yeah, sure, I need the hands on experience"
"Tha's Great! I need to go round up a few more people. I'll meet ya back here in a bit."
"Yeah, sure. Whatever."
So stuff go'n pretty well so far. Got a few priests, got trap-finder. Could use a few warrior types though. An' as I'm think'n that, this guy dressed all in black drops down from the rafters!
"You go to decend to the depths. I shall join you."
"Eh, why do your lips keep moving when you talk?"
"I do not understand you."
"You did it again. What's with that?"
"It is of no importance. My blade shall go with you, and we shall spill the blood of a thousand foes."
"What, wait, now you lips barely moved at all!"
"I shall join you in the depths. For now, farewell."
"What the heck was that?"
"Oh, that's Spartan." said this other human standing at the bar. "Says he's following the path of the Ninja."
"A Ninjin? What the heck is that?"
"Some sort of secret super warrior, apparently. Don't let his act fool you, though, he's just a normal swordsman. If a bit bloodthirsty."
"Ah. Well, uh, this is going to be an interest'n group for going to crack monster skulls with."
"Heading down? I was just going to go down myself."
"Ah, sure. I can always use another blade by me side. Was think'n of going down with a group of seven, ya know? Use an auspicious number!"
"I'd say that sounds good, but for some reason they won't let more then six down at once."
"Really? By Armok's beard, humans are daft!"
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