Brued



Mine is a funny story, about how I reached the docks of Engor. Though, some of the details are still a wee foggy.

I come from a distant, less desirable island. Its citizens were not much to speak of, and its towns even less. Once, long ago, it was a thriving community that opened its shores to adventurers near and far. Yet now, those that still exist to walk its cities are now the minority, overpopulated by the various beasts that inhabit the outlands.

With so little entertainment, and even less excitment, I found myself flaunting my gift of the Gods. Drinking, and heavily at that. After nearly spending every copper coin I could muster up, I finished off the last of my pint and made way for home. The port town's streets zig-zagged around the various buildings, making it hard for a sober man to find his way, let alone one in my state.

After spinning this way and that, I found myself further away from home, and in dire need of a bed. I remember finding a dark corner somewhere, with a wooden bed lined with straw, just waiting for me it would seem. Before climbing into my new found bunk, I realized there were crates upon crates of the bitter water stacked in numerous rows around me! Whiskey by the Gods! From that point, is where the details grow fuzzy.

After coming to, the only thing I knew for certain was the sun had risen, as it was gleaming directly into my eyes from a small window. I had to focus quickly, because the constant rocking was making me rather ill. Then it hit me harder than the hangover that was soon to follow. I had ventured into a shipping vessel, stocked with whiskey to be sold abroad, and we were at sail to the heavens knows where.

Not wanting to get caught as a stowaway and put to work, I climbed back into my crate-bed, and pulled the lid on tight. Soon after, I heard the cries of "Land ho!" coming from the crewmembers. The dockworkers unloaded me and the other precious cargo off the ship and onto the docks, waiting for one of the wagons to wisk it off to the apparent local taverns. With haste, I emerged from my hiding spot, and walked away as inconspicuous as possible.

As fate would have it, just off the dock was a rather loud and rowdy pub. I approached a gent making his way out, and asked him if he could inform me of where my cruise had landed. A bit shocked I hadn't a clue where I was, the man responded in a bewildered voice, "Why this be the city of Engor, of course!"

With a wide grin on my face, I pushed open the double doors leading into the tavern and announced in a loud voice, "Dhark Brued is my name. Let it be known day or night. Bartender...make it a double, with a frosty pint."

And now the adventure has just begun...

Signed,

Dhark Brued

"Bartender's Bane"

"Drunken Dragoon of Engor"

"Leader of the Barbarians of Engor Fighter's Guild"