After hearing of many heroic tales coming from the West Shore Province, a handful of heroes have set out to get their own piece of the action.
Following the road East from Lureicia, we meet three elves. We’ll call them And, Afist and All. The journey was uneventful but the closer they got to Talaverberger the more they heard of fantastic and heroic adventures taking place, along with many mysterious, still unsolved.
Tales of waring bands of Kobolds and Goblins, in league with dark forces unknown.
Entire townships being blockaided as rumors or walking dead leak out.
The Emissary of the Raven God, disappearing and believed murdered.
And most of all, the Incredible Epic Tale of a battle with a Dragon, by none other then the Prince of Talaverberger, himself.
However, as they approached they Talaverberger, they found that they were not along in their quest for fame. Many other, ‘Self Proclaimed’ Heroes had arrived, sporting for their share of the glory to be had. The Township itself was realitivly quite, and surely it seemed that none of these fantastic stories could have started from here.
Even the famed Prince Stasion couldn’t be found.
Arriving at the Twin Horse Tavern, our tale of deeds, begins most humbly, with the taking on of a farmers plight.
Poor Old Sven, was missing two of this five miling cows, intrusted to him, to take care of by the Lordship. Shocked, weary and afraid to go to any other authorities, he suffered nothing but mocking from all the new arrived heroes to the Talaverberger, who felt that rescuing ‘cattle’ too far ‘beneath’ their abilities.
Lucky for Old Sven though, All, And and Afist felt up to the task. Either through pitty, or realizing that nothing else was going on, they felt compelled to relieve Sven of his problematic bovine disappearance.
Sven’s farm was only a short way’s out of town, and as told, only three tethered cows were left in him small field.
A short scouting trip, revealed no tracks, and questioning Sven, exposed nothing but more questions. So, worn out from keeping watch too many nights, Sven retired, to his humble cottage, while And, All and Afist took up their watch.
Shortly after dark, they heard the tell take, ‘CLANK-MEEOO!’ and a cow was gone.