So there I am sitting at The Golden Chicken Tavern in this little town of Angoh and what comes sitting next to me? This Half-Orc that won't stop talking. You'll never guess what he told, not in a million years. He and his friends saved Poldarro. You know, that island kindom just off the coast? Yeah, the one that just got a new king. Some Cleric of their local temple or something.

Anyway, he tells me this long story about his old friends, some new friends, new enemies, and some wicked monsters he fought. Some of the story gets a little bland, but the battles are great. Except just when a battle starts getting really exciting he says, "Then I kill it." Strange fellow. Yeah, very bizarre. Had this little squirrel in his pocket with a gold coin in its mouth.

His name? Um, let me think. It was Gork, or something like that. Yes, Gork. Seemed pleasant enough, bought me a couple of ales, and you know me, after a couple pints, I'll listen to just about anything. Some of the story was really good, I'm thinking about writing it down. If it is true, it'll make a great fable of swords and magic and evil. If he was lying, oh well, it'll make a fine myth.

Care to here more?

The Heroes
The Evil
The Monsters
The Story
Island of Poldarro