The Discovery Of A Lesser Being

[Bucky_24 132]

Some would call the simple Halfling adventurous, but most would agree he is just plain stupid. While trekking through the world of Anthos, a curious halfling by the name of Garon Bridgewater discovered a large collection of ruins. Thinking it would be easy thieving, the hairy-footed fellow stole his way inside. He made his way to a large building, overgrown with various plants. The whistling bard-wannabe tries the old wooden door, but alas finds it locked. Knowing that locked doors usually meant treasure, the dark haired ruffian squeezes his little bulk through a window and finds himself in an old stable.

 

As the day grew old and the sun began to set, Garon found himself to be very tired. Used to the farm life, the little man quickly begins fashioning a bed of hay. Upon shifting a particular bundle, he discovers a trapdoor! Weariness quickly fades and excitement fills the void left behind. The minuscule minstrel began his descend quickly, hoping to find various gems and other riches to fill his pockets. But as he slowly crept down the ladder, the air suddenly grew cold. The Halfling debated turning back, but the allure of fine wine and women kept him going. As he touched the frosty stone floor, a shiver went up his spine. But the cold wasn't the offender here, in fact the whole room seem to scream evil!

 

The nosy adventure quickly makes his way across the small chambers until he came to one of three chests. After careful inspection, Garon deduced that the chest was in fact unlocked and not booby trapped! Singing softly to himself, Young Bridgewater slid open the chest revealing a suit of harbinger armor and four Bloodshards! Stunned and shocked, the young skald recognized the devilish gem from the North lands. Visions of the dark beings known as the Harbingers began to fill his head. The memories of watching the marauding magicians wreck havoc on the Descendant's armies quickly flashed across his eyes.

 

Chuckling to himself, Garon realized he had finally found his break! No more boring farm life, this bard has a story! A real one this time too, not like the fantasies he would spin to impress his friends. Garon gingerly lifted one of the helms and stared deeply into the cavern that would contain a mortal's head, "At last! A story worth telling!" Garon announced to the empty chamber, "But I will need proof.." he sighed whilst glancing around the room. Four magical staffs caught his eye, but he quickly dismissed that idea, "Probably turn me into a toad... or even one of the Northerners!" the thought sending a new shiver down his spine. After careful consideration he decided to take only the helmet, "Maybe I can speak with a Harbinger? That would make my story even better!" Giggling with excitement and anticipation, the halfling stows the helmet away in his travel sack among  various loafs of bread and his lute.

 

After giving the chamber one final look-a-bout, Garon returned to the surface. Not wanting others to venture to his new found glory-chambers, Garon rearranged the hay as to hide the trap door once more. As the bard proceeded out of the ruins, he began spinning his tale. Weaving in false parts as to make his story that much more exciting. Smiling to himself, the Halfling set off towards Abresi.

 

((Thoughts on the writing? This is just a personal adventure I went on earlier, hoping to maybe spark some rp from the Harbingers? Who knows where this could lead? And I assume somethings weren't RPed correctly as there wasn't a GM online when I went adventuring, nor any Harbingers to cause trouble...))