The proud warrior stood where he had for the past hour, waiting to meet Tragold Arroway and speak of the Lion’s Main. The warrior, Mal'ganis be his name, cladded himself in the thickest plate mail and wore a holy symbol and a family amulet inscribed with magic round his neck. Then was the axe, a cruel, heavy and cold looking blade it was lay at his side. Mal’ganis, troubled by his past, though to himself without the realization of nearly an hour and a half having passed since his wait began. The door swung open and a boy barely into his first chin hairs walk out and withheld tears with great effort. Tragold slowly walked out and called the Dragonborn to his office. “Let us not waste time” muttered Mal’ganis. “Right to the point, aren’t you?” “I am the tip of his spear” “The bane of his foes?” “And the woes of the treacherous” as he stretched
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Tragold gestured for them to go inside and they did. Inside were modest furnishings fit for 5 people at the most with a tough stone floor, perfect for the axe to rest upon. “I’m guessing you’re not new to fighting monsters?” “I wonder what gave it away. Was it the big menacing scar on my face? Or was it the bloodstains on my axe? Perhaps the belt of Kobolds skulls across my waist?” Tragold lifted one hand gesturing to stop “Enough. You know what I meant.” “Aye” he said with a deep sigh. “Nearly eight years ago I saw my family burn as a lunatic tried to set fire to my whole village. I week later I tracked the fool and confronted him in single combat. A bloody battle took place where we both fought until our bodies could no longer function. We fell unconscious onto a field and in the morning; I woke up, he didn’t. On my way back to what remained of my home, I found an amulet of Kord. I took it as a good omen and joined to most rigorous training I could find, naturally, I became a
Tragold gestured for them to go inside and they did. Inside were modest furnishings fit for 5 people at the most with a tough stone floor, perfect for the axe to rest upon. “I’m guessing you’re not new to fighting monsters?” “I wonder what gave it away. Was it the big menacing scar on my face? Or was it the bloodstains on my axe? Perhaps the belt of Kobolds skulls across my waist?” Tragold lifted one hand gesturing to stop “Enough. You know what I meant.” “Aye” he said with a deep sigh. “Nearly eight years ago I saw my family burn as a lunatic tried to set fire to my whole village. I week later I tracked the fool and confronted him in single combat. A bloody battle took place where we both fought until our bodies could no longer function. We fell unconscious onto a field and in the morning; I woke up, he didn’t. On my way back to what remained of my home, I found an amulet of Kord. I took it as a good omen and joined to most rigorous training I could find, naturally, I became a