Look I so old to young eyes?
The party left town and headed into the forest, following the sound of rushing water, just as Skyros had recommended. Before long they came to a small glade bisected by a diminutive yet vocal stream. In the center of the glade, near a small bend in the stream, a Dragonborn sat cross-legged on a rock, eyes closed in thought. He was simply dressed; his tunic and trousers were of simple cloth, and though his robe may have been splendid if simple at one point, its purple was faded with age. His scales were a dull gold, their polish diminished from years of exposure to the elements, but his arms and legs were finely muscled, reflecting years of hard labor and training. Strung across his back were a sword and a shield, well-kept but simple. The dray’s eyes, on the other hand, were most remarkable; they conveyed a sense of compassion and wisdom befitting of a dragonborn of his years but also the fire and fierceness of a much younger dray. As the party approached, he opened his eyes, spied them, and assumed a more comfortable sitting position.
“Why hello there,” he said behind a toothy grin, “Might I be of service to you gentlemen?”
Davison answered, “Perhaps; Do I have the honor of addressing Mortonus Brutus, paladin of Bahamut?”
“You do indeed, Mr.?”
“Davison. These are my companions: Abraham, avenger of Bahamut; Kandihar, our tactician and archer; Alexander, who’s got a brilliant mind and a sharp spear; Marcus, Andrew, and Fredrick, all ex-Templars; and Tanner, our resident thief,”
“Oye! I’m a ber-ga-lore, not a ‘tief! I find cray-ative ‘n in-o-vative solutions to any problems of, shall we say, ingress o’ egress our merry lil’ band moght encounter.” Retorted Tanner between bites of an apple he was munching noisily.
“Right,” Mortonus responded, “A pleasure to meet you all! Now I presume you have come to see me not just to admire the flowers and discuss the weather, although both are particularly blessed today.” He continued, gesturing to the field, “Few days in the feywild could match this splendor wouldn’t you say?”
Some members of the company nodded in agreement, while others looked slightly uneasy. Davison took the former approach, “It is quite lovely, but you’re right, we have something serious to discuss. Our party is attempting to recover an ancient treasure guarded by the minions of a primordial. We fear amongst the treasure trove is a device that could be dangerous in the wrong hands. As we speak, groups working for mysterious dark archfey are searching for it. If we can recover it first, we may be able to stop their evil. Plus, the profits from such a venture would be considerable. We were told you could be a valuable addition to our company, should you wish to join us. You will of course be given a fair cut of the profits.”
Mortonus pondered for several moments, “Well, it has been many years since I’ve been on such a journey, but I cannot pass up this venture. “ He finished with a smile, stood up and clasped hands with an equally pleased Davison.
“ ‘old on dere mate, why do we need this old lizard anyway? We’ve got five blokes already who can swing a sword, why do we need another one who will be stoppin da party every ten feet to use the privy?” Tanner quibbled, tossing his apple absent mindedly. Davison looked genuinely embarrassed, and moved to apologize, but Mortonus held up his hand as if to speak. Suddenly, his hand shot out, and from it burst a wave of concentrated force, which smashed Johnson’s apple out of the air. The party stood dumfounded.
“I may be old, Mr. Tanner, but I believe I can add to the group in a substantial way. If you still disagree, feel free to voice your concerns, but please try to avoid an old dray’s WC habits.”
“Uh, sorry mate, never mind then. W-where’d you learn to do that?”
“Come, we waste daybreak; I’ll tell you the story along the way. Come Nod!” Out of the bushes sprang a blink dog, young and spry. He immediately set to tackling Tanner to lick the apple residue off his face.
Later, as the company rode out of town after taking care of some minor business, Mortonus began his story, “When I was a young dray, I was a member of a warrior sect of Bahamut, much like your Templars of Kord, but much smaller. It was they that opened my eyes to the justice of the Platinum dragon, and I pledged my life to following his tenants and bringing Justice to the world. However, when I was but 20 our order was called upon, along with others like it for thousands of miles, to gather to defeat a group of elementists who were attempting to free a primordial that had been sealed in a volcano. Our army was magnificent; gleaming armor, fluttering banners, and all manner of creatures devoted to the Platinum dragon. Our leader was a deva high priest named Dextrose, who was the tallest member of his race I have encountered. He led us into a fierce battle with the elementalists’ forces. Fire burned our banners; soot tainted our proudly polished armor. The screams of the dead and dying filled the air that was too hot for mortals to breath comfortably. Eventually, my band fought its way to the base of one of the two towers that served as focuses for the heathen’s ritual. We fought our way to the ceremony chamber, killing any in our path. When it was done, we all breathed a sigh of relief, the tension of combat lifted for a brief moment. As we searched the tower, I came across a mysterious glass orb. When I touched it, I felt a surge of energy course through my veins. I dropped the orb; without meaning to, I conjured my first magic fire. My companions were dumbfounded; after a few seconds of silence, an avenger started moving toward his sword. He was stopped by Dextrose, who said that my magical talents had always been present; the heathen orb had but awakened them. Since then, I went on several more adventures, but Nod and I had been retired for almost 15 years by the time you showed up”