This post will be a little different from the usual here, it’s going to be part of a new series called ‘Tales from the Campfire”. These will be stories told by characters living in my currently ongoing D&D world. Hopefully I will be posting more, and I may even get guests to write some.
The fire burned low, creating long shadows for those who were sitting around it. The small party had been sent out on an exploration expedition, and were currently encamped just outside of a large, ruined building. They had been out in the wilds for a few days, and were preparing to head out to a new location in the morning. For now though, the ale was flowing quite freely, and stories were being traded back and forth.
The group in question was quite diverse, a total of fourteen people. They ranged in races, while some were human, there were dwarves, elves, teiflings, and even a goblin gathered around the flame. The sounds of their laughter were still echoing after the last story died down. One of the members looked to their leader. “What about you, Jason? You must have some stories of your time in the academy?”
The man in question, the leader of their expedition, Jason Balmonte, looked up. He had been lost in his thoughts. “Huh?” he said helpfully. A moment later he caught onto what was meant, and added “Oh. Uh. I don’t know if anyone would be interested in my stories.” he said. This was met by a chorus of disappointed cries from the group. He sighed a bit, and said “Alright, well, I have one story. It’s of my graduation day.” he said. He sat up, and began his tale.