Dastot Silverthunders has been rather busy lately. He was tasked with killing a moon man consort right off the bat and went straight to its cave. During the fierce battle that ensued his silver spear got stuck in the creature, and he had to wrestle with it until it was too exhausted to continue and he was able to collect his spear, then finish it off after several minutes of it rolling away and resisting.
He then travelled the surrounding towns, and was again tasked with slaying a night creature, this time a dusk horror consort. Due to his previous fight teaching him quite a few tricks for fighting such things, he managed to perforate it much more quickly.
En route to the king of the land in search for greater glory, he stumbled upon a particularly adventurous clothier in one of the human towns and allowed him to be his companion.
After getting to the castle and talking to the king, he was sent to quest further and gathered three warriors from the castle to his side - an axeman, a hammerman and a lasher.
After a long, long trek to the edge of the kingdom the party reached the cave at second day's sunset. The night creature they were sent to kill didn't stand a chance against the fierce adventurers. The clothier truly proved himself that night, for he was the fiercest, the most daring of the combatants, stabbing the monster with the knife he brought along as his only weapon and kicking it incessantly, outdoing the trained warriors at his side. Their combined might brought it down very quickly, and after looting the cave and resting until dawn, and a stray vulture being taught a lesson about the outcome of attacking a sleeping lasher, they began their journey back.
They were forced to sleep under open sky, but remained undisturbed, however, on the second day they were ambushed by a foolhardy party of kobolds. That was easily the quickest battle, faster even than the chopping-up of the night creature before.
Upon returning, Dastot and his companions were yet again sent to relieve the land from another night creature's presence - apparently it had claimed the domain of the monster they killed two days ago. And yet again they were ambushed by kobolds on their way there.
The battle, or shall we say, the mop-up was proceeding quite smoothly, with the swordsmen that jumped from the cover of the trees behind smashed and chopped to bits by the axeman and the hammerman, the lasher dueling with a kobold lasher and trouncing him in that, and the clothier cutting up a wrestler and a swordsman frenziedly with his knife, aided by Dastot who took on the surplus swordsman and pierced it several times. At the same time a kobold archer revealed himself by seriously wounding the almost victorious lasher, sending her into throes of agony; he didn't live long enough to feel any wretched glee, as the rest of the party descended upon him in rage and wrecked him beyound any recognition, piercing his heart, spine and lungs and bashing his skull in. The poor lasher removed the arrows from her wounds and the party stopped to try and aid her, but to no avail - she passed away the following night. Burying her, the party grimly continued their journey - they still had a monster to kill.
The cave was not far away. Shortly after breaking into the hatch-equipped shaft, the adventurers were faced with a dusk horror. Dastot was the first to strike and, helped by a fierce flanking attack by the courageous clothier and after distracting it by damaging one of its tails, pierced its head, tearing its brain apart, leaving it to hang limply on the bloodied weapon.
On their way back the party was harassed by giant wild cats, namely lions and cheetahs. The lion managed to bite the axeman before she chopped him down. Then, the local kobolds sprung another ambush on the party, but unfortunately forgot the elephants' dislike of rodent-like things and leapt right under the feet of a small herd of them, causing them to lose control over themselves in panic and attack everything in sight before thundering away. The clothier and the axeman were wounded, the axeman by a bowman he was charging, the clothier by first a skilled, steel spear-armed kobold, then by a rampaging elephant that just struck down one of the kobolds, which he decided would make a nice trophy on his wall. It broke his arm and followed its herd. However, the aid administered to them proved enough to heal their wounds, enough for them to travel undistracted that is.
The adventurers made it to the village they set out from on the next morning.
After resting for a night, they continued to the king, whose helpers then sent them to the very edge of the kingdom, or possibly even beyound, in order to secure a trade route and remove a night creature from the area that was threatening it. They managed to enlist the aid of a swordsman from the castle guard, as well as a lasher's in a keep watching over the borders of the fertile river valleys in which most of the kingdom's population was situated. After two days spent travelling, they left the rolling dry grasslands and entered a thick forest in which the monster made its lair.
Said lair was a hill of black stone and sand with a door in its side. Dastot bashed it open and, even before the creature finished shouting its threats, charged towards it and impaled its forehead on his spear. The look of surprise forever stayed in its black eyes.
After the lengthy trip back, the party decided to explore the woods they entered to slay the night monster. It took them weeks to fully explore them, as they stretched all the way to the southern coast of the land, which was much further away than in the Land of Towns. The wildlife was much more fierce there as well - the party suffered constant attacks from tigers, lions, jaguars and cheetahs; one of the swordsmen they took in on their last visit to the castle lost his right arm and another, his finger. Furthermore, in one of the lions' attacks in a dry grassy part of the peninsula, a swordsman got thrown down a dried-up pond by the lions, and Dastot leapt in to save him. Unfortunately, the lions took advantage of him being incapacitated temporarily by the fall and damaged his leg, rendering him unable to stand or walk. With the help of his companions, he could still move around and even fend off the lions with his now-legendary spear, but he knew that his adventuring days were over that instant. After they finished mapping the forest, the party made their way back to the kingdom.
Dastot Silverthunders the Awe-inspiring Rampage of Ages decided to settle down in a small town called Stabchampions.
Fin.
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Seriously, this clothier is freakin' Belkar. Just not in halfling form. Wears only cloth and random bits of leather, wields a knife and is the second most efficient companion after the hammerman (who manages to get her blows to connect almost every turn and loves bashing heads in unexpectedly). And he didn't get as much as a scratch in all those battles. He's just plain awesome.
Edit: His Belkariness just got reinforced by him trying to net himself an elephant after a herd of them helped me out in bringing down an ambush. The elephant got him good, but he recovered. He's just killing everything in sight save for his party members...
Edit: Meh, a freak lion accident shot down the rising star adventurer. At least he got to legendary in some skills and became darn famous in the civ.
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