An epic adventure.

As he was passively pushing through the dense brush, after many hours of doing exactly that, Beltan reached a river, with a small boat tied to a tree.

Eager to make his way as far as he could, he walked towards the boat, finding an abandoned camp, and a stomped fire.

Beltan went to the boat, before untying it from the tree, hopping in it, and without a care for anything, he began riding the river for as long as he could.

…

After a few hours, he dozed off, and even more hours later, he reached a calm pool, a good ending. Beltan smiled to himself, but then, he heard a subtle, but violent stream, and after a shockingly short wait, he plummeted from a titanic waterfall.

As he began dropping, ten feet. Twenty feet. Thirty feet, forty, sixty. Upon dropping a hundred feet into the calm waters of the largest body of water he'd ever seen, which indicated to his still under-educated mind, he reached an ocean.

As Beltan dropped from the waterfall, impacting the surface of the water, he began to sink in the **** depths below, though after a moment of thrashing, he expertly shot through the salty waters, reaching a beach after two minutes of swimming.

As he stood at the beach, he wondered how far he’d traveled in the boat, since there weren’t any bodies of water this large within a hundred miles of the camp.

As Beltan was walking along the beach, he went a few miles, before finding a Human settlement, a pretty large one, at that.

When he reached the sandy wall separating the city from the shifting tides, he grabbed a crummy cloak from the ground, which he found was conveniently large enough to cover his form effectively.

As he hid his race enough, he entered the city through the unguarded gate at the front of it, and as he walked through, he was met with a large number of stalls, and an even larger variety of races, ones which he knew, ones he’d never seen, and even those he’d only heard legends of. Though there were no Orcs, Beltan noticed.

After some walking, Beltan passed a stall, and doubled back, ten Gold in his hands, as he exchanged it with the shocked shopkeeper, giving him his entire stock, which Beltan then began shoveling into his gullet, and what he didn’t finish, he stuffed into the Bag, which drew a fair bit of attention to him, and many gazes wondered his origins, though none were willing to try speaking with the large figure.

As Beltan was continuing through, he finally reached the most distinguished building he’d seen so far, with big letters spelling out, ‘Proudspire Slums Adventurers Guild.’

But before he could enter the building, someone finally built up the courage to confront him.

“Hey buddy, we saw you had an Item Bag, we’d appreciate it if you just handed it over” One of four figures spoke at him arrogantly, the smallest of the four.

“Wanna say that again, pipsqueak? Couldn’t hear ya’.” Beltan’s grizzled voice called out, and aware of the danger, his hand brushed by the sword sticking from the Bag.

“You fucking… I could have you thrown out of the city in a second, don’t act all haughty.”

But as he was saying those words, his eyes closed in snobbish disdain, Beltan’s green fist burst into the man’s face, knocking a few teeth from his mouth, slinging him ten feet away.

The man’s lackeys were quick to attack, though they were too slow to strike effectively, as Beltan dodged each attack, countering every one with a single disabling blow, showcasing great restraint for his race, but the first man he’d struck was feeling degraded, he stood from his state of stupor, and cast a fire spell, the name unknown to Beltan, but it struck him all the same.

Though despite being slightly harmful, it only singed him, while completely scorching the cloak he’d been wearing to ash, revealing his form and race to all who witnessed it.

While many ran without any more being necessary, others remained to watch the combat, though it was interrupted by an unfamiliar man, though the rest gathered sure knew of him, all either rushing away or swaying for him, as he held a sword towards Beltan’s attackers.

“This Orc has become a member of the Proudspire Slums Adventurers Guild, so if you decide to continue your attacks, know it shall draw my ire.” He coldly stated, leading to the offenders to withdraw, truly frightened. The unknown helper then turned towards Beltan, “You will join us, yes? I only said that to get them to leave, but if you desire, you’ll make a fine addition.” As he finished, he reached a hand toward Beltan, a friendly gesture to be sure.

Beltan responded in turn, “Sure, that works for me. For now, at least.” Shaking his hand, before being led into the Adventurers Guild, seemingly bereft of patrons, though he could hear voices speaking joyously up the stairs.

After being shown the building, Beltan was led to a glowing crystal and a pristine metal plate, and upon placing his hand on it, some of his information was revealed.

“Ooh, pretty good, pretty good. Wait…” His jaw dropped to the floor, looking at Beltan briefly, before speaking again, “Good sir Beltan, please follow me, the Guild Mistress would like to meet you.” And after waiting for Beltan’s agreement, they began walking to the top floor.

As they reached the fifth floor, they walked to the farthest side, to a large wooden door, ornately carven, and as it opened, he was led to the chair facing the desk, and the swivel chair facing away from him.

What he saw on the desk that he understood was the plaque, and stated upon it, was, ‘Guild Mistress Elyra Mallosa’.

His distracted thoughts were brought to the figure across from him.