The Sword of Four Winds

The Beginning

It was a fine day within the city of Calimport. The sun was not so hot this day, nor were the streets as crowded as they had been days before. This could partially be attributed to the two thousand men that were sent out to march to Castle Tethyr to assist in a battle that if lost could press into Calimshan, and lead to many unnecessary deaths. It could also be attributed to the remaining people hiding within their respective homes and places of business due to what day it was. It was initiation day.

 

Initiation day for what? Any man not from Calimport may ask. Well, it is initiation for a clan, but not your average clan mind you. It was a clan originally formed by a gryphon, and a dragon. The gryphon is long dead, but the dragon still lives within the catacombs of the clan house. The clan’s name, “rygat vur duulo tobor” which roughly translates into Chaos, Anarchy, and Freedom, in draconic, and the name  is truly brought out by the clan’s activities. Said activities tend to range quite drastically from drinking at the local taverns and causing a ruckus to taking on high paying assassination jobs , and it even incited a war at one point, but that is a tale for another day.

Oh, but what could such a clan’s initiation be? Well, that is today’s tale. In specific, the initiation of a gnomish sorcerer who went by the name of Fizzwidget. He was a crafty bastard, and bat shit insane, and for whatever reason the clan saw use in that. A few of the younger lads also thought his age could be a tool to get them into taverns that do not allow prematures within their walls.

It was around noon when Fizzwidget walked into the clan house, and it was a mess, especially considering only twenty people were in the main hall. There were massive glasses of booze of various types laying about, stupid amounts of food, some rotten, and some not, as well as a girl in the back of the room with a collar and leash around her neck, with the leash hanging down to her tailbone. She was a human girl, rather scantily clad, with blue hair, and it was rather peculiar to see anyone with blue hair, especially in Calimport. At first Fizzwidget thought her to be a slave, but she had none of the tattoos or markings one would expect from one, also the collar was that of a common dog’s collar, and not one of the magical ones used to contain intelligent beings.

 

“There is no way she is legal.” Fizzwidget whispered to himself, approaching the girl. On closer inspection she was carrying a tray of drinks, one of which he identified as fire cracker whiskey. The others were just whiskey and mead. Another he noticed, this being something on her person. It was a bronze tag that read “Stormy”.

 

“Excuse me miss?” Fizzwidget asked, looking up at the girl, stroking his white beard with curiosity on how she got firecracker whiskey, a magical whiskey thats origins go all the way back to the time when he had relations with a priestess who ran a city far to the north of Calimport. Where she had gotten it, Fizzwidget was still trying to figure out.

 

“Yes?” Stormy replied, looking down upon him as one does a child who wandered into a tavern. Fizzwidget was obviously not a child with his salad bowl, and white handlebar mustache and beard, but she had clearly not seen many, if any at all, gnomes in her life and was just confused at the sighting of one.

 

“I have two questions.” Said Fizzwidget with booming confidence, “You do realize what you are serving in that glass right?” He points to the glass of firecracker whiskey she was carrying. “Also, do you know where I may find the head of this guild?” He finished with a smirk.