Prologue
I slam the door open. It is a stormy night. Then crackle of thunder strikes. The rain pours onto my head. Rambow the Fighter shuffles in past me and then starts gazing at the bard, a Dragon-Born. I walk up to the counter and slam my fist down. The pub becomes quiet. "Beer." I say. The man in front of me opens the cabinet and grabs the biggest cup he could find and pours the beer. I go sit down at a lonesome table. I table of three Men and two Woman stand up and leave. I scowl at them as they leave. Just because I'm a Half Orc doesn't mean I'm not nice. Just then the door swings open and hits one of the men in the face. A human walks in. The human wears green robes, Druid robes (In case you don't know, Druids are people who deeply care about nature an can call upon the forces of nature to help them). She walks up to the counter and orders some butter-beer. She comes and sits next to me. Rambow breaks his gaze with the bard and orders some ale. He comes and sits down at the table with me and the Druid. I notices that the tips of the humans heir are tied up in a bun with a thorn. She unravels the thorn and a mas of blond heir comes down to her shoulders. the tips of her heir are a dark green. Rambow then breaks the silents at the table "So whats your name kid?" He asks the Druid. "Rowan." She says in reply. "So whats your-" Before she can finish the door slams open and a young Elf walks in, a Wood Elf. She kicks the door closed and walks up to the counter. She slams a knife down on the counter and before we know it, shes holding a cup of Wood Beery Juice, a Wood Elf's favorite. She smiles down at the drink, and then looks up and glares at the man, who is quivering with fear. She strides over our table and slumps herself down next to Rambow. "So, whats your-" "Rambow." Answers Rambow. "Can I finish a sentence!?!?" Rowan says angrily. Then the music coming from the Bard stops and everyone starts claping and cheering (A Bard is a person who makes music and magic). Just then the Wood Elf Throws her empty cup at the man who poured her Juice. He fumbles to grab the cup, which falls to the floor. He then picks it up, drops it on the counter, and pours some beer. He runs out as fast as he can, spilling it on himself as he goes. He gives it to the Wood Elf, who snatches it off him. Everyone is staring at our Table, most at the Wood Elf, some at me. "What?" She says, and everyone goes back to doing what they where doing. The Bard then strides over to our table "Hello everyone!" Says the Bard. "My name is Sial." "My name is Strange." Said the Wood Elf. "My name is Rowan, this is Rambow and this is..." As she points her finger at me I start to feel a little bit grumpy that she didn't ask my name "Archamis." A smile spreads across the Bards face. She sits down at the seat at the end of the table. Now that everyone is settled, I am ready to tell them my story.
