Paladin's Quest

Chapter 4: Map to Aresmore

          The Party's experience in the following hours was far from pleasant as they desperately navigated through the labyrinthine sewers in an attempt to flee the city of Lunborn. The tunnels seemed to stretch on endlessly, engulfed in darkness and reeking of foul water. The only source of illumination came from the flickering torches they carried, casting eerie shadows on the damp walls. The constant dripping of water from the ceiling and the ominous cracks in the walls only heightened their unease, making them feel even more vulnerable in this subterranean underworld. Strange noises echoed from the depths of the tunnels, causing everyone's nerves to be on edge. Just when Gareth was beginning to question his sanity in this claustrophobic environment, a glimmer of light emerged, signaling the end of their arduous journey. As they approached, a thunderous roar filled the air, revealing that the sewers emptied into a vast river.

As they stepped outside, Gareth gasped for clean air filling his lungs with as much clean air as possible.

"I think my nose will never recover from that stench" Gareth complained and Frolkir nodded his head in agreement. 

As he glanced around, his eyes were met with a vast expanse adorned with majestic pine trees, stretching as far as the eye could see. This picturesque scene was a part of the enchanting forest that encircled the city of Lunborn. The towering trees cast long shadows, allowing only slivers of sunlight to dance upon the glistening surface of the nearby river. Oblivious to the impending peril that loomed over the world, the birds continued their melodious symphony, filling the air with their cheerful chirping. A gentle breeze whispered through the branches, causing the leaves to rustle in a harmonious chorus, adding to the serene ambiance of the surroundings.

"So was it worth the danger or did we risk our necks for nothing?" Frolkir asked.

"Our nose as well" Branwyne remarked.

"We shall see" Gareth said and with an extravagant move he removed the scroll and opened it for all of them to see.

The Legend of the Hercling

The Sword Hercling has inspired an abundance of Legends and Myths throughout history. This legendary weapon is said to possess such immense power that it can even defeat Xalvador, the formidable Lord of the Underworld. Among the renowned heroes of ancient times, the likes of Paromir, a demigod of great strength, and Aswald, the fearless slayer of demons and vanquisher of tyrants, are believed to have wielded this extraordinary sword. The tales of their heroic feats and the Sword Hercling's indomitable might continue to captivate the imaginations of people far and wide.

Is the existence of the Hercling a mere myth or a reality? Perhaps it was merely a clever ploy employed by the ancient Kings to manipulate the masses into fighting for their cause. The truth remains elusive, leaving us with unanswered questions. After all, who wouldn't be enticed by the allure of a sword possessing such immense power? With the ability to conquer entire kingdoms and shape empires, it becomes a tantalizing prospect that captures the imagination of many.

Curious minds may inquire about the whereabouts of this legendary sword, you might ponder. Alas, if only I possessed the knowledge of its location, would I be dedicating my time to penning this parchment? I dare say not. Instead, I would ascend to the pinnacle of power, reigning as the undisputed sovereign over the entire globe and the vast expanse of the seven seas.

But I could tell you where the most likely location of the sword is. On the peak of the Mountain Aresmore, the mountain of the Gods. The sword was forged by the fire of dragons and the last seen dragon lived in these mountains thousands of years ago. The lava from the volcanoes errupting there almost every decade could easily be used as a forge and there is no one else skilled enough to fix a weapon of this kind other than the God of Fire Liveror, in his temple.