Hello there, everyone welcome! My name is Tammokan, and I am your bard this evening. Yes don't let my silver scales or tongue trick you into thinking this story will be the droning of ancient rhetoric. Nay my good friends you are privileged to hear about the tale of…
Hmmm… no no one second every good tale deserves a name… hmmm We shall call this Tale the "Cleaving of the Cloven Citadel!"
Yes let me tell you of the band of brave adventurers chosen to join the Guardians of the Accord as Journeyfolk Field Agents selected by the Living Weapons themselves!
Well our journey begins in the country of Yin-Drakkos, and further down the Isthmus is the city of Firam. Our band of heroes appeared their in the grand inn known throughout the land as "The Drakkos Respite!" Well it may not be known, known if you catch my meaning but tell this tale to those you know and it certainly will soon change! Just don't forget to mention you heard it from ole Tammokan!
Soon our group of heroes were fed, given their first assignment and basic supplies. Now to investigate the raids happening to the plantations that grew the Silver Lotus used in so many healing salves and potions to this very day! It was a cool day with a light wind in the jungle outside town on a Thursday, 27th of Fravasin in the year 15030 A.T.
They spotted Kobolds raiding a wagon and most of the band was able to launch a surprise strike which made the battle vicious, but ultimately short. However, they found a survivor and that person mentioned his companion which appeared to be dead or at the least missing. There was some evidence of a path down the road and you'll have to wait till after this beer to learn more! If you feel like hearing more of the story just tip ole Tammokan, because it makes buying the beer easier.