Vox Machina Book One: Nobodies to Heroes

Chapter 1: The Band of Drunk Losers

Long ago, in another realm...

Stood the Majestic Kingdom of Tal'Dorei.

Once the battlefield of gods and titans,

its lands now harbor magic, wonder, and mystery.

It was a time of peace...

Until a great evil arrived.

A brave group of heroes banded together, ready to face this evil...

"Hold fast! The beast approaches!!"

The Wizard calls out, and the great black shadow in the mist steps forward, glaring down at the adventures before him.

The party arms themselves, blades drawn, magic charged, and the string pulled back, they stood before the beast ready for it.

Splat!!!

A rock fell from the sky, quite suddenly, and it smashes the dwarf, the blood splattering over the party, taking them by surprise "What the fuck?!?" the warrior calls out in shock. "You shall pay for your--!!" the wizard declares as he rose both hands over his head.

But was immediately sliced to bits. "Holy shi--!!" the gnome shouts as he and the elf were smashed by a large claw. The warrior took a step back. "Humanity will never fall to your--!!" he rant was cut short as thunder reduces him to ash, shattering into the wind.

Well, that was...

Something.

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A general cries out, slamming his fist on the war table and knocking over the figurines. "FUCK! All of our mercenaries were slaughtered like lambs. I state my cause again, Sovereign Uriel. Send our armies to challenge whatever this fiend is before it decimates this entire Kingdom." Krieg warns him.

"Perhaps we have been ill-advised in our strategy, sire. I propose we capture the beast and use it as a weapon against our enemies." Sir Fince advises, making Krieg from at him.

"I must object, sir Fink. We don't even know what the creature is. Demon? Elemental? And how do you suppose we capture it?" Allura points out the obvious flaws in their strategies. Making Uriel turn away from them. "Lady Allura is right." he agrees with her.

"But sire..." Sir Fink tries to convince him again, but Uriel just glares back over his shoulder, "I will not send beyond the city walls until we know who and what our enemy is." he snaps and looks away. "We must find more mercenaries." he declares.

Sir Fince just arches his brow, "And where might I ask?" he questions, Rhetorically. Then steps forward "The Torian Butchers, butchered. The Murder hobos were murdered.

The Death Dealers are all dead!" he snaps, standing just in front of the King, who just sharply turns to him, "Then find me someone who WORTHY!!" the shout makes Sir Fink jump back in surprise. "Do not rest until you bring me the greatest band of mercenaries in all of Tal'Dora," Uriel orders, slamming his fist right on the war table and knocking over the figurines.

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In a local tavern in Emon, the crowd was cheering on the party of a drunk band of adventures as they were red in the cheeks.

"Chug! Chug! Chug! Chug!"

But the goliath barbarian finishing before the others and slams his tanker to the table, he cheers, making the crowd cheer as well. "Yeah! That's right! Who's the best? Yeah!" Grog cries out as he was victorious. "Grog wins. Again." Percy calls out as he just looks at him with a bored look and sips the wine in his hand.