On Tuesdays from 7-9pm there is a 5th edition Dungeons and Dragons game for teens that takes place in the Brighouse branch Launchpad. Each game is run by Digital Services Tech (and author) James McCann.
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The story so far…
A farmer’s cart has broken down on the road and wolves have attacked!
The world of Aloric had always been plentiful and peaceful, and stories of old wars and rivalries were just legend. Those who trained as soldiers did so to protect the lands from raiders and highwaymen, but wars between nations had not existed for more than a century.
Over the past few months, water in Aloric had been getting scarcer. Wells were running dry, and the water witches had not found new sources. The roads were becoming rife with bandits stealing not gold—but water from those who travelled.
Ragnar, a dragonborn fighter, and Ratath, an elfin warrior, had answered an ad posted all over town for adventurers willing to seek out water. As they sat in the inn they noted the tables full of wannabe adventurers.
“Welcome!” the mayor said. “Thank you for coming. This quest is of utmost importance…for we will be out of water within the year.”
“And what is this quest?” a halfling shouted from the back of the room.
The mayor cleared his throat uneasily and said, “To journey to the Citadel of the Vampires. To bargain a treaty with them, as they are responsible for the last of Aloric’s water.”
Even before the mayor had finished his words beyond “vampire,” the inn had cleared out. Except for Ragnar, Ratath, a dwarven mage, and a goblin rogue.
“They call me Brikt,” the goblin said to those who were left. “My king has sent me here to also bargain. But we believe that war is imminent with the vampires, and only those wielding the Five Magical Weapons of Lore have a chance at defeating the creatures of dark.”
The mayor sighed and started to speak. His words mumbled until he gave up altogether. He sat, slumping in a chair and looking tired.
“This is a chance for me to redeem what I have done wrong,” Ragnar whispers. Then out loud: “I will do it!”
“As will I,” said Ratath. The dwarf, Baulder, added something about going where he might learn better magic.
The mayor looked at the troupe and nodded. “Where you go will be dangerous. But we are thankful for your willingness.”
And so their story began!
To be continued…