May/2/ 2020

In the mountains a small cabin stands by itself. A man stands at the doorway letting out a deep sigh. “What ever happened to the days of adventure with my friends?” as he stands listing to the wind, he hears a roar let out in the distance. He looks up “I know that roar!” quickly going inside he grabs his bag, cloak, and lute, then heads out the door closing it behind him. Running down the path he clears his gate jumping over it. Running through the trees he hears the roar again following the sound. “Please be you my old friend. please…”

he comes to a clearing of trees and there below sitting next to a stream is a Viking and his bear. The man tears up a bit “OLD FRIEND!” The Viking turns and smiles waving him down. As he gets down, he sees the dwarf coming out of the trees “Sorry my king. When nature calls, you answer.” Looking up he sees the Bard and smiles a big smile then laughs. “Ahh HAHAHA BARD! We where just coming to save you from your sad life! The Viking has need of us again.” The Bard smiles scratching the bears head as he comes up to the bard. “Well lead the way then.” The Viking smiles.

May/10/2020

Wandering up the stream the Viking takes the lead headed north towards the mountains. Looking up he takes in the colossal heights of the mountains. The bard plays his lute as they walk. The Dwarf walks near the Viking talking. “So, rumor has it that there is a necromancer who lives in the mountains, who has been planning an attack on the people of White Stone. The Queen has sent us to go and look too see if the rumors are true.” The Bard stops playing for a moment and looks at the mountains. “I have been here for about eight months now and have heard nothing about any necromancer living in the mountains. But when I go into town every so often to get things, I hear all sorts of rumors about the mountains.” The Viking strokes his beard as they walk, thinking to himself. 

As they walk, they continue to talk. The Bard and the Dwarf continue to talk about what they have been up to swapping stories and reminiscing about the past. “HAHAHA you should have seen those trolls faces when The King pulled out his ax! HA! they knew as soon as they saw his ax they would be getting ready to beg for their lives! HAHAHA!” the Bard looks up at the Viking walking ahead of them and see’s his ax. Made of pure silver forged and enchanted with lighting from the gods. Remembering the battle of the major armies. “That was a scary time for us… The day when we thought we lost you.” The Viking stops turning to look at the Bard. saying nothing he unsheathing his ax holding it up. “amazing…” seas the bard as he looks at the ax. Not a single scratch on it, it still looks as good as the day he got it. The Bear perks his ears up and starts to look around as he makes a low growl, they all look around readying their weapons. The Viking looks at his friends, the Dwarf and the Bard look at him. “we stand with you my king!” the Viking looking down the trail with a serious face grips his ax. “Well it’s good to be back gents” seas the Bard as they hear a strange laughter come around them. “Goblins…” seas the Dwarf.

Jun/13/2020

A strange minion like voice starts to talk form the bushes. “Oh my! Look what we have here!” another voice laughs, this one deep. “looks like we got a couple lost chumps” then a more normal voice speaks up “ohh The Boss will be pleased when we tell him we killed a viking!” The Viking grips his ax hard and grits his teeth. The Dwarf looks around trying to see where the voices are coming from. “You are only cowards! Come out and fight us and we will see who will die!” “umm Dwarf maybe not try and provoke an attack. Maybe we can reason with them?” the bear growls looking into the bushes then all at once, BOOM! Two goblins and a rouge leap from the bushes. The bear roars swiping the fatter of the two goblins to the ground. “Or maybe we won’t want to use reason!” as the Bard shoots a blast of magic freezing the smaller goblin to a tree.  The Viking jumps at the rouge as he is still in the air knocking him down, the rogue hits the ground hard but rolls out of the way before the Vikings ax slams into the ground lighting sparks coming off the ax. the rogue get’s up from the roll throwing knives at the Viking. The dwarf runs up blocking the knives with his shield laughing “HAHAHA YES! nothing get’s the blood pumping like a good fight!” Ripping his ax out of the ground he throws it at the rogue who is dogging and ice blast from the Bard. As he come up the ax goes deep into his right leg, he yells in pain. The dwarf swings his hammer into the bigger goblin trying to run from the bear, knocking him to the ground. The Bard walks up. “Going, somewhere are we?” the goblin passes out.