The Brave Scout

The land of Mytheon was called to bear arms, for every turn was fraught with danger

Legions of armies were on the alert and all were prepared to defend

Rumors were flying in taverns and stores that the Dark Days had come to pass

And sooner or later, evil deeds would be done and the lives of good people were lost

The evil God Othorian laughed with great glee as his minions spread destruction

In his hunger for power and his passion for blood, he was thrown down from the dias of Good

In revenge he plotted to wipe out the sun and turn every good thing to bad

For only the hopeless would loyally serve and carry out his evil plans

-His darkness spread over the land.

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The Scout and Bular, three elves and five dwarves bid farewell to Glidensleeve

To Constantine Island, ten leagues from the shore where the talisman is buried at sea

The dangers were plenty, the comforts few and the winds blew cold and hard

These ten destined strangers - on a journey of hope - with the weight of the world on their minds

They rode...

Days beyond counting the band crossed the vast land and friendships began to grow

One day in a ravine, in the blinding rain they were set upon by three angry trolls

The Scout would be dead if it hadn't been for Ben - a dwarf with shoulders of steel

With his axe, he cut off the hand of a troll that choked the life out of his friend

"Do what you can, you’re a fine young man! The ships awaits and we must get through

Take the South Path, be sure to cover your tracks! Give the signal and we'll follow you"

Bular firmly shook the hand of the Scout and said "Do you not remember me?"

"Your father, my son, took you away too young. But you've turned out as brave a man as he"

With words of encouragement from his grandfather and friends, the Scout set out on his own

But the South Path was crawling with Othorian's scum and he had to fight all alone

At land's end he shot down the sentries on guard and set fire to a fallen tree

With the sky ablaze, the signal was made and the world's hope ran to the sea

The pirate ship that boarded that violent night sailed uneventfully to Isle Constantine

While the company rested, an air hose was constructed and the elf Cailin jumped into the sea

He swam down, down to a hole in the ground and dropped in the pebble Bular had given him

Then, per the Druid's instructions he struggled to the surface as fast as he could swim

But before Cailin could reach the boat, the waters exploded and he was never again to be seen

His friends on the ship cried out his name as a wooden stake sprang from the sea

Impaling itself at Bular's feet, the Staff of All Wizards was present

But oh, at what cost, a mighty elf was lost! Each man hung his head in grief.

The Staff Of All Wizards looked ordinary, and nothing like a powerful weapon

The crystal imbedded in the grain of the wood was lifeless, its shine dull