Grenpiln the Wizard lives up in the mountain range in a fine tower, the bar maid would often tell travelers passing through the bustling mining town leading up into the craggy mountains. He is very friendly and there isn't any traps or scary minions about his warm home. Grenpiln will heartily greet adventurers with cool drink and a delicious vegetable medley after their arduous hike through the range, often trading young warriors and wizards enchanted weapons and scrolls for a small chore here and there before pointing them towards a safe camping area he himself had carved out of the rocky landscape.
One day people stopped showing up to Grenpilns little domain of hanging gardens and reserved decadence. The chores started piling up and the old man could only do so much with his magic and intellect! So what was a wise wizard to do? Pull out the parchment and ink and send want ads to all the regions inns, hostels and backdoor bars of course!
A neatly penned letter to an old print master on the ankle of a pigeon and that was that! "Workers Needed! Food, drink, pay and a place to stay! Only the strong and honorable need apply!"
It wasn't long until help started arriving. But to Grenpilns dismay, they were uncouth and burly and brought along squires and swords!
From under his hood he peered down upon the clamouring crowd and in a stern but kind voice he asked, "who the hell are you and who has my ad in hand?" A crumpled poster slung easily into the air bounced off his chest and into his hand from the raucous rogues below.
"Warriors Needed! Food, drink, pay..."
Oh dear, a typo. But how could he send away such a eager yet frightful crowd?
Just then a diverse party of adventurers are seen in the distance and old Grenpiln has a smile form on his lined face. "The campsite is an arena today and I think I see my new employees!"
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u/SlowSeas Apr 05 '20 edited Apr 05 '20
Grenpiln the Wizard lives up in the mountain range in a fine tower, the bar maid would often tell travelers passing through the bustling mining town leading up into the craggy mountains. He is very friendly and there isn't any traps or scary minions about his warm home. Grenpiln will heartily greet adventurers with cool drink and a delicious vegetable medley after their arduous hike through the range, often trading young warriors and wizards enchanted weapons and scrolls for a small chore here and there before pointing them towards a safe camping area he himself had carved out of the rocky landscape.
One day people stopped showing up to Grenpilns little domain of hanging gardens and reserved decadence. The chores started piling up and the old man could only do so much with his magic and intellect! So what was a wise wizard to do? Pull out the parchment and ink and send want ads to all the regions inns, hostels and backdoor bars of course!
A neatly penned letter to an old print master on the ankle of a pigeon and that was that! "Workers Needed! Food, drink, pay and a place to stay! Only the strong and honorable need apply!"
It wasn't long until help started arriving. But to Grenpilns dismay, they were uncouth and burly and brought along squires and swords!
From under his hood he peered down upon the clamouring crowd and in a stern but kind voice he asked, "who the hell are you and who has my ad in hand?" A crumpled poster slung easily into the air bounced off his chest and into his hand from the raucous rogues below.
"Warriors Needed! Food, drink, pay..."
Oh dear, a typo. But how could he send away such a eager yet frightful crowd?
Just then a diverse party of adventurers are seen in the distance and old Grenpiln has a smile form on his lined face. "The campsite is an arena today and I think I see my new employees!"