Another day, another walk, or as it would become now: another blur of uninteresting events. Although, there was something strange. By now, Razan had nearly lost all thought process and was almost nothing more than a mindless spirit, silently watching over the Ice Dungeon.
As Razan carefully made his way by entrance room, he felt a very unusual force. He passed through the doorway and stood at the base of the ladder. An unnatural beam of light glowed bright. Razan, unsure of himself, reached out to touch it.
As his hand entered the beam of light, a wave of energy pulsed through the dungeon. The dungeon shook briefly before calming down as the beam of light slowly faded.
Razan dared not to follow up the ladder but he could feel the tingling of what just happened. Silently, Razan walked back to his favorite spot in the Ice Dungeon where nothing seemed to be affected by the outside world, where he has found peace at ease and relaxed as time passed day by day, moon by moon.
He closed his eye, which didn't make a difference. He could still see the entire dungeon, every creature, every pillar, and now there was a new vision. A vision without word or sound, for he didn't understand those no longer. In this vision he saw something bright, full of potential. He took what he had left of his thoughts and guided this vision...
Gribtzan sat alone at the steps of Mirith Bank. He was just about to take part in a short nap when a young adventurer walked by. The adventurer looked very new to this part of the world and his face shined in a somewhat familiar way.
The adventurer walks up to Gribtzan, "Hi.. uhh, can you help me?"
Something about the way he spoke kept Gribtzan from insulting the adventurer's light blue robe and instead Gribtzan went to his bank chest to take a look at what he had. "Wait 'ere," he said before walking into the bank.
Gribtzan walks out of the bank with armfuls of stuff, "Alright, ye better lis'n up and ye better lis'n good." The adventurer stared with wide eyes at Gribtzan as a raft was dropped on the ground in front of him piled high with equipment. "Ye see this?" Gribtzan points to the fishing poles, katanas, and bandges, "ye better get strong."
"Oh.. Okay..." was all the adventurer could say before being cut off.
"And this. This 'ere be some magic boots," Gribtzan sets a pair of light blue boots on the raft. "I found 'em out at sea once, out there in the ice. Somethin' 'bout the ice must've preserved them like," Gribtzan explains while reaching into his small container of food and pulls out an excessive amount of ale and giant hearts. "Now, ye best toughen up yer stomach too if ye want to get anywhere around here. This ale right 'ere is nice n' creamy from Lerilin. Tell me when ye ready for the real stuff," Gribtzan says, then hands him a pile of giant hearts, "and these 'ere, these 'ill make ye tough. Every body 'round these parts knows that."
"Tha..." The adventurer tried to thank Gribtzan but again, was cut off.
"One more thing here for ya," Gribtzan hands him a charm and then Gribtzan takes out of torn piece of paper that looked like it was once a page in a book, "here, this'll make ye fast and ye going to need to learn to read and stuff." Without waiting for a reply, Gribtzan turns in the direction of the Inn to take a nap after a few last words, "Get strong. Get Smart. Learn to speaks. Then, come see me."
The adventurer looked dumbfounded and overwhelmed with all the gifts he had just received. Cautiously, he put on the boots which made his body tingle and wielded one of the katanas. Determined to receive training from this man he looked at the paper, hoping for some insights. To his dissatisfaction, the paper appeared blank. He kept the paper in his pocket anyway and headed out to go work on his fighting skills.
After his meeting with Gribtzan, the young adventurer began the strenuous process of becoming the strongest, smartest, and all-around greatest fighter he could be. Finding strength seemed easy to him, at first anyway. He delved into the sewers for long hours with the rats, snails and snakes. He parried their bites away one at a time and delivered series of special attacks knocking them dead in one swipe of his katana. Killing the rats, though, he did intricately. With every blow he made his best attempt to preserve as much fur of the rat as he could. He couldn't help it, there was a strange obsession inside of him that convinced him it would be worth collecting. Day after day went on as Vaznar became stronger and stronger. When there wasn't any rats to kill, he practiced his sailing along the shores of Mirith, bringing down water elementals and cutting turtles out of their shells, even defeating the few sharks who dared to come near. With every fight, he began drinking less healing potions and more of the Lerilin Cream Ale that was generously given to him.
At first, the ale made him a drunken mess. Every swing of his katana hit the wrong target, sometimes a wall. Gradually though, he drank more and the effects weren't as strong. He felt as though he could handle more, and craved a stronger drink. He finished his last mug of ale and went searching for Gribtzan.
Using his orb of seeing, Vaznar found Gribtzan out at sea on an island. As if expecting his arrival, Gribtzan spoke the instant Vaznar stepped foot in the sand, "So, ye made it out 'ere, did ya?"
"Aye," Vaznar responded confidently, "I've grown strong, like you asked."
"Aye," Gribtzan turned around to inspect Vaznar. Gribtzan began digging a hole in the sand, "Now tell me what ye learned."
"Well, erm.." Vaznar responded uncomfortably, "That uh page you gave me, it was erm... Blank."
"Aye." Gribtzan made quite an impressive hole, then reached in with both hands and pulled out a box, covered in sand. He blows off the sand and the box shines brightly in the sunlight.
Vaznar stood speechless, in awe by what Gribtzan just pulled out of the sand. Gribtzan then looked at him for a moment, picked up the box and tossed it him. Althought unexpected, Vaznar caught it, letting out a small sigh of release thinking it would shatter if he dropped it. The box was made of jade and he couldn't dream of what could have been inside of it.
Gribtzan walked over to Vaznar, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Maybe ye oughtta write yer own story," he said and set sail as dark clouds began to roll in. Vaznar just stood there and watched him disappear over the horizon and let the rain come down on him. Vaznar paid no attention to the rain as he finally brought himself to open the jade box.
You sense a disturbance within the Ice Dungeon...