Ziona
First Post
A New Beginning
Prologue
The grey-haired halfling stood up from his spot by the fireplace to answer the door. He did not move as slowly as one might expect from a halfling his age, and his mumblings were proof that he was rather spry as well.
“Damn Lumley…can’t let me relax…always ‘lookee here what I found’ and ‘lemmee see what that is…”
As he approached the door, he sighed, thinking of how lonely he’d been since the death of his wife. Lox Lumley may be a mischievous young fellow, he thought, but he is also a distraction from the loneliness.
“That you, Lumley?”
“Oh, boy, Nuttin! Wait ‘till ya see who’s here!”
Nuttin opened the door to see his hairy-footed halfling friend with his eyes aglow and a smile on his face that showed all of his teeth.
“Nuttin! It’s Dent! Look, he’s back!”
Nuttin stepped out from the doorway to see their half-elven friend smirking.
“The months go by, yet Lox Lumley remains unchanged, eh, Nuttin?”
“Isn’t it grand, Nuttin? So what sorts of monsters and baddies did you see while you were away, Dent? Was it like that one time when we went into those Dwarven mines? Did you bring me anything sparkly or some sort of magical bauble?”
“Lumley!” bellowed Nuttin. “Settle down. Let the ranger have a seat and a hot meal before you go driving him loony with your silliness.”
“Okay, okay. I was just hoping for something interesting. It’s been awful boring around here, Dent. You must have an exciting story to tell us, right?”
Dent just shrugged and entered Nuttin’s abode with Lox following closely behind, chattering away.
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After a few days, Dent Masterson decided he would venture off again. He did not enjoy spending long periods of time in town, even one as small as this in Featherdale. Just as he finished packing up his things, Lox burst through the door.
“Hey Dent! Nuttin! Guess what I found at the tavern?”
“It better not belong to the serving wench again, Lumley! You’ll be tossed outta there for good if you keep up your shenanigans,” grumbled Nuttin.
“Naw, nuthin like that. Besides, I just found her pretty brooch on floor next to the bar that one time. I was just holding it for her so she wouldn’t lose it…”
“Lox, what did you find?”
Lox looked up at Dent.
“Oh yeah! I found this flyer on the wall. Everybody was talking about it. I thought it would be a great adventure for the three of us!”
Lox held up the flyer, which read:
“Make your dreams come true! Brave Lord Korvish challenges you to conquer his maze for the reward of one True Wish!”
The flyer looked as though it had been torn hastily from the wall, and was missing a portion at the bottom. (Lox forgot to tell them it was the part about the “perils” and “dangers” of the maze.)
“Can you imagine? What would you wish for, Dent? I think I’d wish for ten bags of gold…or no, wait! Ten bags of gems! Or better yet…”
Lox’s excited, shrill voice trailed off in the ears of Dent Masterson, who was thinking that this “true wish” could make his own desire a reality. He took the flyer from Lox and studied the script with serious eyes.
“What sort of nonsense is he spouting now?” asked Nuttin.
“A wish! A true wish! Imagine anything you want, Nuttin! Wouldn’t it be just wonderful,” Lox continued.
“Eh? A wish? Well, that’s a mighty interesting reward for conquering the maze,” Nuttin thought aloud, “but how do we know what the maze is like? Where’s the rest of the flyer, Lox?”
“Oh, uh, I guess it must be stuck on the wall still. I had to jump up to reach it, you see,” he said with a sheepish grin.
Nuttin began to imagine what a wish could do to drive away the loneliness he felt in his heart. What if it was really true? A wish…
“When do we leave?” asked Lox.
“Well, do we even know where this maze is? It’s probably the part you left hanging on the wall, you oaf.”
“It’s on the outskirts of Waterdeep,” interrupted Dent. “I can take us there.”
“What? Can we really take this seriously,” asked Nuttin.
“Lox, when was this flyer posted in the tavern?”
“Today. I watched the bard put it up on the wall.”
Lox reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a plush bag.
“He dropped this pouch, but he left too quickly for me to give it back to him. Wanna see what it has in it,” asked Lox excitedly.
“Lumley!!” shouted Nuttin, shaking his fist angrily.
“If we are to take this maze and the wishes seriously, we should depart in the morning,” began Dent. “Who knows how many others have read the poster…or how many have already left to get to Korvish’s maze. A wish is a hefty prize to be awarded. It’s sure to attract many adventurers.”
“Oooh…you mean we’ll get to meet other adventurers? I bet they have plenty of stories to tell. I could tell them stories, too! Like the time we went into the Dwarven mines to rescue Alfred, or when I helped the Paladin shine his armor, or that one time…”
The Adventure Continues…
Prologue
The grey-haired halfling stood up from his spot by the fireplace to answer the door. He did not move as slowly as one might expect from a halfling his age, and his mumblings were proof that he was rather spry as well.
“Damn Lumley…can’t let me relax…always ‘lookee here what I found’ and ‘lemmee see what that is…”
As he approached the door, he sighed, thinking of how lonely he’d been since the death of his wife. Lox Lumley may be a mischievous young fellow, he thought, but he is also a distraction from the loneliness.
“That you, Lumley?”
“Oh, boy, Nuttin! Wait ‘till ya see who’s here!”
Nuttin opened the door to see his hairy-footed halfling friend with his eyes aglow and a smile on his face that showed all of his teeth.
“Nuttin! It’s Dent! Look, he’s back!”
Nuttin stepped out from the doorway to see their half-elven friend smirking.
“The months go by, yet Lox Lumley remains unchanged, eh, Nuttin?”
“Isn’t it grand, Nuttin? So what sorts of monsters and baddies did you see while you were away, Dent? Was it like that one time when we went into those Dwarven mines? Did you bring me anything sparkly or some sort of magical bauble?”
“Lumley!” bellowed Nuttin. “Settle down. Let the ranger have a seat and a hot meal before you go driving him loony with your silliness.”
“Okay, okay. I was just hoping for something interesting. It’s been awful boring around here, Dent. You must have an exciting story to tell us, right?”
Dent just shrugged and entered Nuttin’s abode with Lox following closely behind, chattering away.
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After a few days, Dent Masterson decided he would venture off again. He did not enjoy spending long periods of time in town, even one as small as this in Featherdale. Just as he finished packing up his things, Lox burst through the door.
“Hey Dent! Nuttin! Guess what I found at the tavern?”
“It better not belong to the serving wench again, Lumley! You’ll be tossed outta there for good if you keep up your shenanigans,” grumbled Nuttin.
“Naw, nuthin like that. Besides, I just found her pretty brooch on floor next to the bar that one time. I was just holding it for her so she wouldn’t lose it…”
“Lox, what did you find?”
Lox looked up at Dent.
“Oh yeah! I found this flyer on the wall. Everybody was talking about it. I thought it would be a great adventure for the three of us!”
Lox held up the flyer, which read:
“Make your dreams come true! Brave Lord Korvish challenges you to conquer his maze for the reward of one True Wish!”
The flyer looked as though it had been torn hastily from the wall, and was missing a portion at the bottom. (Lox forgot to tell them it was the part about the “perils” and “dangers” of the maze.)
“Can you imagine? What would you wish for, Dent? I think I’d wish for ten bags of gold…or no, wait! Ten bags of gems! Or better yet…”
Lox’s excited, shrill voice trailed off in the ears of Dent Masterson, who was thinking that this “true wish” could make his own desire a reality. He took the flyer from Lox and studied the script with serious eyes.
“What sort of nonsense is he spouting now?” asked Nuttin.
“A wish! A true wish! Imagine anything you want, Nuttin! Wouldn’t it be just wonderful,” Lox continued.
“Eh? A wish? Well, that’s a mighty interesting reward for conquering the maze,” Nuttin thought aloud, “but how do we know what the maze is like? Where’s the rest of the flyer, Lox?”
“Oh, uh, I guess it must be stuck on the wall still. I had to jump up to reach it, you see,” he said with a sheepish grin.
Nuttin began to imagine what a wish could do to drive away the loneliness he felt in his heart. What if it was really true? A wish…
“When do we leave?” asked Lox.
“Well, do we even know where this maze is? It’s probably the part you left hanging on the wall, you oaf.”
“It’s on the outskirts of Waterdeep,” interrupted Dent. “I can take us there.”
“What? Can we really take this seriously,” asked Nuttin.
“Lox, when was this flyer posted in the tavern?”
“Today. I watched the bard put it up on the wall.”
Lox reached into one of his pockets and pulled out a plush bag.
“He dropped this pouch, but he left too quickly for me to give it back to him. Wanna see what it has in it,” asked Lox excitedly.
“Lumley!!” shouted Nuttin, shaking his fist angrily.
“If we are to take this maze and the wishes seriously, we should depart in the morning,” began Dent. “Who knows how many others have read the poster…or how many have already left to get to Korvish’s maze. A wish is a hefty prize to be awarded. It’s sure to attract many adventurers.”
“Oooh…you mean we’ll get to meet other adventurers? I bet they have plenty of stories to tell. I could tell them stories, too! Like the time we went into the Dwarven mines to rescue Alfred, or when I helped the Paladin shine his armor, or that one time…”
The Adventure Continues…
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