The dwarves handed over a great sum of money to us.
(Dwarf Faction +15, Gold +1250, Fame +1)
We left the dwarven kingdom and headed to Tornassa.
The next summer proved to be very dry and hot, and all across Daria farmers were having trouble with their crops. It wasn't a full-fledged drought or famine, but it was a difficult year. A few towns and villages were hit worse than others, including my home village. I heard about their troubles from a letter I received from the mayor. It wasn't one of our regular jobs, but I took it anyway.
Spirit was happy to be moving, and so were the other mounts that the rest of my party were riding. It was an enjoyable ride as we traveled back to my home village.
(Geography +3)
Elmvale was much smaller than I had remembered it; I had seen many great things since I had been there last. The beautiful river that ran through my village was all dried up.
We were given a room in the local tavern. We sat down with the mayor later that night to talk business. He said that the temple where I had been trained had used up all of their funds to help pay for food, but it wasn't going to be enough.
There was a moment of awkward silence as the mayor went back to his coffers to see what more he could give. It put a slight damper on the celebration, but I did receive more coin.
(Gold +250, Fame +1)
My party and I packed our bags and left my small village.
I was 32 years old when the great dragon Parnaxxus renewed his terrible wrath upon the land. King Gareth's reign was tearing the kingdom apart, and the dragon was decimating what was left. The Fighters Guild did very well through these years, gaining many contracts to defend villagers and merchants from the mighty beast. Grom, a dues-paying member of the guild, was approached by the guild leader for a lucrative contract. Our fighter wasn't hired away from our party; instead, the entire party was offered a job.
The guild hall in Tornassa had grown rich from the fear Parnaxxus was instilling in the land, even though the fighters who were hired out could do little against the mighty beast. The guild leader brought the entire party into his office and told us what he needed. A mighty wizard had hired the Fighters Guild to protect him against Parnaxxus. The guild sent a dozen fighters, but when the dragon attacked his tower, all twelve fighters were killed and the tower was laid to waste. The contract was fulfilled, the fighters had fought to the best of their abilities, but the mage refused to pay. The Mage Guild refused to get involved. We were to speak to the mage and get the 1000 gold that was owed to the Fighters Guild.
We looked over our equipment and trained in our skills before we left.