Somewhere in Faerûn there was a small City near the Dragon Coast. It was not a large major city, nor was it a place of great significance, being neither the home to political powers nor the location of historic battles. And yet any person from the lowliest peasant to the mightiest of king could tell you where it was, for it was in this city that adventurers gathered, whether to share information or to seek out old friends, every adventurer in Faerûn had set foot in it at one point or another.
It was late and the moon shined brightly over the landscape. In a dark alley there was a stood figure whose cloak was pulled tightly around himself and his hood pulled low. Across from him was an elf woman whose eyes were like the nights sky. Her irises were white with silver flecks almost like stars.
“Aonuc you must hear reason. I-” she was cut off mid-sentence.
“Don’t speak to ME of all people about reason or do you forget who I am Selûne?!” He snapped angrily.
“Fine, then I’ll wait a little Longer and see how your pawn pans out.” The Elf maiden turned away. “You better make it up to me” a tear fell from the young goddess face. She walked away and vanished into the night.
“They all act the same. Like their entitled to everything.” He sighed
“Talos wake up” A voice said to the sleeping Talos a 17 year old boy With Dreams of his Own. ‘
What time is it?’ Talos thought to himself standing up from the meadow he was sleeping in, the moon over head. The boy grabbed his sword and strapped it to his belt.
“I guess I over slept” he yawned
“My, my, are you going to waste any more time?” A mysterious voice asked.
“Who’s there” Talos said his hand going for his sword.
“I wouldn’t bother with that child. I’m only her to help you” the voice said
Then why don’t you show yourself?” Talos said trying to mask the fear in is voice. “
You have not time for that especially if you plan on beating what’s on its way here.” The voice was faint and distanced. Talos looked around his eyes glow a soft faint blue light. From the north he could sense the unmistakable red glow of something vile. It was moving fast, but there was no mistaking it they were Orcs. Armed with wickedly curved two handed swords.
“One, two, three” He counted drawing his sword. “I guess you don’t want to talk?”
The orcs where unresponsive. “I’ll take that as a no.” They charged him swinging their swords with much more skill then typical orcs. He dodged the first two attacks Almost effortlessly the last however struck him in his left shoulder cutting deep. “
“Gahhhhh” He grimaced in pain “Die foul beast!” He yelled Swinging his long sword slicing the first orc in half cleaving in to the next orc, blocking the attack with the two-handed sword and raising it for its own vicious attack. Talos predicted this and winded into Ox Stance stabbing the orc in the eye killing it. The last orc enraged retaliated by swinging his great weapons several times wildly each cut deeply wounding Talos. Infuriated and desperate Talos became a feral beast striking hard and fasted severing The orcs head and arms.
Turning about and finding no further enemies Talos allowed himself to drop down breathing heavy. He remembered what the voice had told him beforehand. “Use the gifted bestowed on to you in time of need or peril.” Talos concentrated on his hand as it started to glow faint blue, growing brighter every second until he thought it was ready and grabbed his chest, bathing himself in the light as it spread across his wounded flesh. His wounds closed and the bleeding stopped out even the pain had faded to nothing more than a memory.
Smiling Talos picked himself off the ground and retrieved his sword wiping the blade clean “Your right it did work” said upbeat sheathing his weapon “Best get going.” he said softly .