The Red Dragon Tavern was clearing out for the evening. One-Arm McGinty
was cleaning up behind the bar as I sat an table in an empty bar.
I banged my glass against the table to get his attention and then raised
it over my head to signifiy that my thirst had not been quenched.
"What are you about Prost?! Can't you see that I am closing?" One-Arm wasn't
known for his hospitality, he was known for being an ex-theif gone straight.
But what was also known was that were it not for his missing arm he would
still be at it. "Really I pay you to keep out the riff-raff not to get
lost every night in the drink!" That of course did not stop him from shambling
over to my table with a full bottle in tow. "Prost, you have been staying
here for the past week and all that ye've done since is drink yerself into
a stupor. What is it that troubles ye? Have ye no other place to go?"
"Surely that's the trouble." I grumbled half to him and half to myself.
"Well let me in on it then, what is it that has turned ye out so? This
bottle is for ye for the price of a story." I had not intended to
confide in the man but I also had not expected to be paid for it either.
I snatched the bottle quickly from him and started back down the path as
if it were yesterday.
I turned the bend expecting to see my home. I could not have expected
this. I had lived in Yole my entire life. I supose that is
why I guarded it with such passion, others would call it madness.
Perhaps it is madness to guard an empty village with your life, however
it is all that I have left of the life that I once lived. It was
very much a ghost town for many years no one living there except for myself
and the old wizard who lived in the tower. Until one day I thought
I had found hope. I must admit at first I was quite leary of the strange
intruders but I softened as they seemed to be of good kin. "The Legion
of Pornfork" they called themselves after an old religion, which lately
found an incredible resurgence of popularity. Due in no small part
to this elven person named Wanop. He is supposedly descended from
the lineage of the great Porn-Knights themselves. The porn knights
were an incredible band of warriors chosen by the gods and led by the one
who held Pornfork. Memory eludes me as to the name of the one who
led them. Anyways this "legion" promised me that I would continue to maintain
the village and they would fight for the protection and growth of the village
so long as they could rename it in the tradition of their religion.
So it was that I was converted to the religion of Porn and Yole became
Pornville. For the first time in 25 years the township was populated. And
I was surrounded by friends that would see Yole thrive again, friends that
I had decided I could trust. Now you must understand for many years
I was soley resposible for keeping Yole clear of negative influences. So
now that I had help I decided that I could finally relax. I
could at last leave yole and feel confident that my friends would protect
the town. Quite the contrary what I found was that when I had left
Wanop had been cursed by an evil amulet and had cleaned out the village
making it merely a hideout for his new band of miscreants. The town and
the wizard's tower now totally empty except for those vile theives.
"Ahem," One-Arm's eyebrow cocked up as he gave me a peculiar look.
"No Offense McGinty." I quickly offered.
However, eventually
Wanop was restored to his senses and the criminal element was expunged
from pornville. One upside to these tragic happenings was that Pornville
had never been so fortified against attack. Even if is was only wood
the village now had a wall usefull in keeping others out. After the amulet
fiasco Wanop left pornville in search of new adventures. With very
few people left in pornville he decided to leave Pornville in the charge
of perhaps he two strogest allies. A wemic named "Beldor" and a hornhead
saurial named "Testius." Knowing the strength of these two you would think
that the village would be safe, however there are somethings that even
strength can not provide for.
I had come to the bottom of the bottle and was feeling quite light in the
head. McGinty looked at me anxiously hoping to hear more. And I realized
then that tomarrow night I could find myself with another full bottle.