Posts Tagged ‘5th Edition’
Bron had traveled quite a distance by then. The rage at his clan still burned deep in his heart and he never hesitated to unleash that anger. Creatures died as he swung his great ax. He used every part of them but more out of necessity than saving the environment. He thrilled at the new challenges each animal presented. His blood surged with each kill and sometimes he lost a day or two pursuing a target that temporarily got away. He did not care, the Witch had sent him in a direction. There was no true time limit.
Prey beasts became boring. There are only so many ways to skin a deer. Bears were more fun. Sometimes he would drop his great ax and just wrestle one of them. Finishing a bear off with his bare hands was difficult but satisfying. It felt like more of a fair fight, not that it mattered. He even got the drop on an owlbear once. The battle had been a close one but Bron had been victorious and he had consumed the beast as he healed the next two days.
By chance, he stumbled onto a robbery one day. He had not expected it. Neither had the robbers or the young woman standing on the roof of the carriage that was getting robbed. She had clearly noticed Bron first and her expression confused the robbers for the moment.
“Monster!” The woman shouted. Her eyes went wide as she turned completely away from the robbers.
She fired a bolt from her crossbow and Bron barely managed to get his arm up to block the shot. The sting of the bolt pissed Bron off. He lunged for the carriage in a blind rage but the robbers were already there in the way with their swords. They were actually defending the carriage they were trying to rob. The robbers put up a good fight. It was three against one but Bron barely felt their blows. The last robber died as Bron brought his ax down onto her neck. He thought about taking the head as a trophy but she just was not good enough to keep.
He looked up at the woman whose hands were shaking as she tried to load the crossbow. Bron slapped the crossbow aside and started to climb the carriage. She did not even run. In some ways, Bron respected that. It did not stop him from putting his hands around her neck. She made a little noise as he started to squeeze.
As he strangled her, he heard nothing but silence at first. Then he heard whimpering from inside. He looked to the woman’s right and saw the body of a slain ranger. The girl he was strangling was dressed as nobility. A mistake had been made. There were no warriors left here. He let go of her neck with a grunt. She gasped and turned a little less blue.
“No challenge,” Bron grumbled and jumped down from the carriage.
“You certainly get messy,” The witch said as she stepped from behind the carriage. Bron could still not see her face.
“None of this blood is mine,” Bron said. The remark was matter of fact and brief as ever.
“I imagine that’s true,” She said. “You have carved yourself a little path. How are you feeling?”
“I want more challenge,” Bron said. He stared hard at the dark shadow beneath the Witch’s hood.
“Patience,” The witch said. The word brought a growl from Bron’s throat. “Head to Neverwinter. The challenge you seek want starts there.”
“What do I want with a city?” Bron asked. He had born in the wild. He had never even been in a city before.
“Go and find out. Unless you think I am just smoke and mirrors,” The Witch said with a smile.
“What’s a mirror?” Bron said without a hint of humor in his voice.
The Witch laughed and slowly faded away.