Gather round citizens, and lend an ear. The tale you are about to hear is entirely true. I know this...because I was there. *The lights flicker mysteriously and a faint ominous tune is heard as the mage's magic saw to the minor details of such* Imagine now, if you will, the high King of Cormyr summoning your group to aid in fighting evil. My companions and I heeded that call, that came not too long ago.
Myself, High Archmage Albie Blas Tibbits, Arivar Moonbow of the Dale Land elves. Noble among his kin and an aspiring young archer. There was also Daykin Stormhammer of the Hellfire Forges, Servant to Moradin and General of his dwarven armies. Lastly there was our human priestess of Mystra. Alura Vandermine, gorgeous beyond words and as patient as the sands of time.
My tale this day is of our Dwarven friend, Daykin. The mightiest of dwarves and most fearless of any warrior I may have ever laid eyes upon. *A smile given to the dwarf as the mage moves on*
Weeks of hunting a thief for the crown led us to a long forgotten temple. A lair of evil so horrid I darest not utter the names here. Pressing into the bowels of this god forsaken haunt, we faced undead minions that could stun you with a look and turn you to ash with the slightest of touches. Our wits about us and our skills honed, we managed to evade such fates, until we entered the room.... *A pause as the tension set in*
The dank room was moss ridden and pungent with the stench of ancient decay and rotted bodies. Stains were all about from some long forgotten battle of unnamed heroes, or would be heroes. We were already deep in the bowels of the temple hunting the evil thief for the crown of Cormyr. Having faced all attrocities your mind can muster and then more. But nothing prepared me for what lay waiting in that room. A shallow pool of infested waters lay in the center of this chamber. Water so murky and dank you could have sworn it to be a living ooze.
But there was a glint from within the waters, something had been left behind. Was it the crown jewel? We stood at the waters edge and peered into this festid sespool of filth, hoping that one of us would be able to somehow pierce the veil of decay and see true. Then it happened. Without warning, complete suprise and SPLOOSH! Daykin had shoved Arivar into the pool.
Immersed in the filth of the pool Arivar broke from the surface drenched from head to toe with a look of sheer anger. It was this act, while shocking, that only sparked what was to amaze us all. Daykin, the dwarven general of armies, supreme warrior of great renown, fearless, and mightiest of any other...turned and ran. Yes my friends...I've seen the mightiest dwarven warrior of all times...run from a wet elf with a stick.
*And laughter from the entire group, and tap room, at the dwarf's expense.*