"Braddock sat down with the others. Hefting his pack onto the floor beside him, he leaned in to the table and cupped his tankard with both hands. He suddenly had a far away look in his eyes. It all seemed so long ago now.
“An Ale for a Tale indeed!” He then began to tell his tale of how a once contented Dwarven miner had come to find himself on the adventurer’s side of life.
“Me adventures began quite by accident really, in a place called Duvik’s Pass. A right fine town it was too. It lay in a land called Crysn, nestled snuggly in one of the many valleys of the Serpentcoil Mountains. It was me first home away from home. It was going on me fourth season when they came. I had the misfortune, or good fortune as some would say, to have been away during that sad time. It was my turn to fetch much needed supplies for the town’s mines.” Braddock sighed deeply before going on.
“After a fortnights journey by wagon, I returned to find Duvik’s Pass all but dead already. The buggers had poisoned the town’s water supply and before the cause of the sickness it caused could be discovered, all but a few of the townsfolk had already fallen ill and died. I was told it was a quick but horrible death. The town’s healer had said before she too died that she had never seen the like of the affliction afore.” Braddock rolled his tankard in his palms. “Good folk them, one and all.”
“The mines, which lay on the outskirts of the town, had been outright attacked. The killing of the miners meant there were no men folk left to protect the town, save those to old to be in the mines and hardly able to fight. The town had waited in fear for days for them to come and finish the job. No one knew why they were doing this or who they were. One young lad had claimed to have been near the mine and saw some of them when they struck but his hysteria made it nary impossible to understand his ramblings. Yapping dogs! That was all he would say, over and over.” Braddock paused, put the tankard to his lips and drank deeply before going on. The memory was near three season old now but still it tugged at his heart at every telling.
“It was that very day that three young human strangers had arrived in the town. A lass (Gen, short for Genevieve) and her twin brothers (Sami and Jakke). I say young, but when you looked into their eyes, one could see it. Their resolve was unwavering. Their journey had hardened both there bodies and their souls. Their tale was of those who had killed their parents and burnt their farm land. They also spoke of a Champion, one who had dedicated his life to hunting down that very evil and who in the end had given up his life so that they three might live. The trio had promised him to take up his cause and find and destroy that evil. They had followed that evil since that day and now it had led them to what was once a quaint and peaceful town called Duvik’s Pass.
It was they three that revealed to us what this evil really was, the evil that had brought this death and suffering to Duvik’s Pass. It was a cruel and demented Orcan Shaman/Witch Doctor/Preist and his army of yapping minions. Kibols?, Koobols? or some such name. Vile and cunning little creatures they were. Good for nothing but killing if you be asking me.” Braddock shifted in his chair slightly at the mere thought of them.
”The three had also spoken of the path of destruction they had followed. A trail left behind by this evil being. The three had not spoken of revenge but it was evident for all to see. They wanted revenge and as much as I knew it was wrong, I did as well.
The killing of this Orc Shaman and his vile helpers was something that needed doing. If not for those that we had lost, then for those that would surely suffer the same fate if it was allowed to live on.
The trio had only asked for direction and not requested any help but seeing as I knew those mines as well as me own arse, I offered to throw my lot in with them. They accepted gladly and as a sign of their thanks, the young lass gifted me a fine shirt of chain mail armor for the task ahead. Braddock reached down and patted his pack. The mines axes were plentiful and always sharp.”
“For three days and nights we roamed those mines, counting the dead and killing all that did not belong. When finally the Orc Shaman was found, it was the twin brothers that exacted their revenge. It was sad to see the thing cower, begging for its miserable life. The pair were swift but there was no mercy for this beast. And then, just like that, the killing was over.
With Duvik’s Pass water tainted for years to come, myself and the remaining few buried our slain friends, packed up our meager belongings and went our separate ways. I never did see them three again. Maybe some day!” Braddock bowed his head slightly then finished off the last of his tankard before continuing.
“After a lengthy journey I settled down again. This time in a town called Grenthak. It be on the far side of the Serpentcoil Mountains. It was there that yet another misadventure, the one that has brought me to this strange land this very day, began. But that be another tale and me Ale seems all but gone.” Braddock stood from his chair and took his empty tankard to the bar for a refill. Looking back to the table Braddock grinned behind his hairy face. And more adventures surely awaited.
“It be my turn to buy. You all be ready for another then?