Beylar was born the youngest child of a merchant family in the quiet village of Moorgate. His youth was spent like most children, getting into and out of trouble. As he got older his friends fell into the worship of a great warrior named Ica; deciding to see if the warrior was worthy of being worshipped Beylar set off to find him and talk to him.His family was strongly opposed to his leaving however, and left the young lad with no choice but to leave with no plans to ever return.
The day he left his
father took him aside and gave him some advice and his first set of thieves
tools. The advice was promptly forgotten but the tools have seen him through
many a rough times. As he traveled he kept coming across wariors so drunk they
were barely able to answer that Ica had defeated them in drinking contests, and
which way he went when he left. Each warrior lost an item to Beylar as a payment
for him having to fight pass their drunken stupor just to get a simple
answer.Coming across a circus Beylar decided to travel with them and improve his
skills at relieving others of their property, as well as other skills the young
man had never even thought of as important before.
He spent this time preparing himself for what was to come next.
<the old man stops>
But that is a tale for another time
<he goes back to smoking his pipe and begins to ignore you>
Well now Beylar had some fun times travelling with that circus,he learned new languages,skills and even a spell or two. At every town they stopped in he made sure he found a little time to hone his some of his new,and even some of his old skills. He never stopped asking about Ica though, every passing warrior,every Knight and even a few mages were asked. All the answers seemed to point the young seeker ever farther from his home. He acquired his greatest prize from a young berserker who had lost a battle and lay dying in early winter morning. When asked who had done this the youngster whispered that Ica had defeated him in a battle,but after he had left Ica a pack of trolls had surprised him and left him like this. Beylar stayed by the young berserker until he finally died from his wounds,after burying him Beylar took the chariot for his own. Now equipped to move faster than before Beylar left the circus and the friends he had made to continue his quest. Finally one evening Beylar heard the news that Ica was not far from him, so rather than stopping to make camp he hurried to where Ica was supposed to be.
<smiling slyly the old man stops his tale>
But once again that is a tale for another day.
<he promptly puts his head down and goes to sleep>
<looks up from his
nap>
Your back again? You would think you had never heard a story before. Whats that
you want me to continue my story? Well I guess I could.
<thinks for a moment
to remember where he had left off>
Ah yes now I remember, Beylar was on his way to where Ica was camped.
When he arrived to the
spot he found what appeared to be just another drunken warrior. Now Beylar was
starting to get a little discouraged and upset about not being able to find
Ica,so rather than being a little nicer about asking where Ica went. He went up
and hauled off and kicked the man who jumped up out of his sleep and very angry.
When Beylar looked a little closer he realized the man wasnt drunk just
sleeping,and the man was truly Ica. Ica was furious and ready to kill our hero,
Beylar started talking fast spinning a story of a lake filled with ale that
never ran dry, but could only be reached by a halfling. He even told Ica about
the barrel of ale in his chariot that had supposedly come from this lake. Ica
who recognized the chariot has having been owned by the young berserker he had
defeated earlier demanded to know what he had done to the lad to get that.
Beylar explained about the trolls and how he had buried him
a couple of nights ago. Ica in a somber mood after hearing about the death of
the young warrior who was so full of life agreed to let Beylar live in exchange
for leading him to the lake.
<the old man stops
talking and looks up at you>
Well thats enough for today my throat is too dry to continue.
You can always come back another time if you want to hear how the story ends.
<and with that having been said he drags himself off to wet his throat>
<looks up from his
ale>
Why do you keep pestering me about a story?
<sighs>
I guess I will have no peace until I finish it will I?
Ok so Ica let Beylar go in order to lead him to the hidden lake of ale.
Well it seems that every time Beylar thought they were close to finding it some
kind of fight always managed to occur. After several of these battles Ica
demanded to know why Beylar was having so much trouble finding a simple lake.
Beylar said how the lake always moved around and it wasnt easy to find with all
the fighting going on. Beylar said how he would have to scout ahead and he would
send Ica a message as soon as he found the lake. Ica thought for a time and
finally agreed, Beylar thought to himself how Ica was a fool and this was the
perfect chance to escape. So Beylar left and for a while he sent messages
back that always seemed to lead Ica into battles but never a lake of ale. After
a while the messages stopped getting sent, and Beylar laughed about how he had
fooled a God. He decided to head back to his home village not realizing the time
that had passed; When he got back to Moorgate he found a great city where his
little village had stood. Beylar decided to give the place a try where he found
that the wealth of the city makes him quite happy, and the guards are even
easier to fool than Ica.
<the old storyteller takes a final drink of his ale>
there my story is done are you happy now? Can I get back to what I was doing
now?
<and with that the old storyteller turns his back and starts to ignore
you>