Ragnar Wyvernbane

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Ragnar Wyvernbane

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Ragnar Wyvernbane walked into the forge within the House of Heroes with anticipation. This was his opportunity for training and his father had carefully instructed him to report here. It had been a simple manner traveling south along the Long Road from Triboar. His journey in the caravan was uneventful, but that was not the norm. The caravan master warned of wyrms and men in the woods who would slaughter travelers.

Within the temple, standing over the anvil was a strong-looking man named Maxtilar Rhebbos. He greeted Ragnar and read the parchment he presented. “So yer Ragnar Wyvernbane of Triboar, eh? Yer family name is known here. Yer father is Vem of Foehammer’s Forge and ye want to learn the trade too? Well, ye can find no finer place ‘o learning and ye’ll be satisfied that yer skills be used fer a purpose: The Glory ‘o Battle! What have ye made so far?”

Ragnar opened his pack and produced some nails, a horseshoe and a spear head.

Rhebbos looked over the items. “A boy could make the nails and shoe. This spear head is shit! It’ll barely cut my skin! You’ve got some learning, boy. Time to get yer fingers burned and smashed. The room around the corner is empty. Put yer stuff in there and get ready to work.”

Ragnar spent his days between the forge and the Adventurer’s Quarter. Rhebbos encouraged him to train his martial skills as well. The sergeant of the Watch in that quarter, Sarya, needed help with reducing the rat population in the dump. It was inglorious work and when Ragnar complained while working within the forge, Rhebbos rebuked him swiftly. “Thank Tempus for this Battle. He will provide greater foes when ye are worthy.” Ragnar silently thanked Tempus and doggedly kept working. Within the Safehaven tavern, he had listened to the tidings of the Cult of the Dragon. This menace was threatening Waterdeep and thus if not checked, could spread north. The adventurers he’d met: Fenris, Kal, Keryn, Lars, Marisha and Zylai’a, had spoken of a black dragon commanding the cultists. His ancestors had fought the wyrms on Wyvern Tor and this was his opportunity to win Glory and a reputation. Now, if he could only find a means to bring an end in Battle to these cultists.
"Having an adventure shows that someone is incompetent, that something has gone wrong. An adventure is interesting enough in retrospect, especially to the person who didn't have it; at the time it happens it usually constitutes an exceedingly disagreeable experience." Vilhjalmur Stefansson
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