Before I begin, I want you to know of the people that will be mentioned in this story. They are all wonderful people, that I have shared many an adventures with. So don't let my portrayal of them distract you from who they all truly are. I've spent a long time (mostly procrastinating) formulating these tales when to my sadness I discovered that many of the members disbanded. It is a story of the path that four characters travel alongside their friends who just want to have a good time. I would hope that my story of this amazing guild will inspire you to join the ranks or if you read this and were a member that you have the desire to return. Now, I present to you, the wonderful, the foolish, the comedic, slightly exaggerated, courageous members of the Dragon Tears Guild!
In legends past, there were many tales of great winged leviathans that roared plumes of flame that incinerates everything in its path. These beasts were known to all as Dragons. For all their menace, for all their brutality, and for all their horrific reputation Dragons have always been seen in the wrong light. What people never could see was the Dragon's beauty and lovingness. One such tale shows more than any other. The noble knight was dying of a wound in the chest. All he wanted was to return home. He cried for his family that he'd never see again. It was then that a great dragon landed by his frail body. The noble knight didn't even care to notice this majestic creature that now hung over him. But the Dragon took pity on him. Tears started to form in his enormous eyes and dripped down his scales until they landed onto the noble knights chest right over the wound. You see, Dragon tears have amazing healing properties. Within seconds the noble knight's wound closed and then the pain had disappeared. When he sat up to look at the Dragon it wasn't fear he felt. But it was thankfulness. The Dragon asked him what he was to do with his new found life. The noble knight answered that he would return to his family, and raise a son so he will grow big and strong and know right from wrong. It was then, that the Forgotten King, the Dragonborn known as Drake Tearian came into the world. He served in the Imperial Army for 20 years leading them to victory, saving many. After he obtained the training he needed, he became a wandering soldier. He traveled all over the world searching for knowledge that could be used to better protect it. But he never once wanted the throne or told anyone who he really was. Little to no one even recognizes his name. But still he did what he could to save those in need. But he couldn't do it alone. With a noble group they scoured the world for powerful artifacts so the wrong forces could never use them. After many years this order still exists today. This order, was came to be known as, the Dragon Tears Guild.
Warning: To people from the actual Dragon Tears guild or are characters that are in these series, this was not intended to be insulting in any way. This is purely a comedic work with my own layout of your characters that might or might not be your original idea or have the same personality. The point I'm trying to make is, I'm the writer. If you have your own ideas and plot for your characters, then write your own story. What I'm trying to say is, deal with it.
Episode 1: Men of Dragons
Seagulls were circling in the air giving out sharp screeches. I always hated seagulls. They were always like an unnecessary sound effect in ports and harbors. Which is why when an arrow wizzed through the air and hit one in its wings the world became that much better. A young man with short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and slender face slung the bow over his shoulder along with a knapsack that held everything he owned besides the sword on his hip. He looked up at the stairs and to the city walls from the docks with increased excitement.
"I guess I finally made it," he muttered. Slowly he started walking up the stairs. "Now if my information's right, all that's left is finding a job. And I know just the place."
Daggerfall. A center point for every adventurer, hero, soldier, artisan, thief, villain, and corrupt official in the Covenant. Cobblestone paths, steps, bridges, and buildings dotted this castle town. The streets were bustling with life. The elegance of it in the bright afternoon setting was truly majesti- *Crash!* Sorry about that. Apparently a man just flew through the window of the inn. Inside was a madhouse of beer, drunken adventurers, and terrible singers (who happened to be drunken adventurers). They danced around with a mug in their hands, singing songs of valor. Occasionally a fist fight would break out resulting in the loser getting thrown out the window. These were the men and women of the Dragon Tears guild. They weren't always this riled up in fact, but the current situation demanded they drink as much as humanly possible plus extra. You see this was a sort of 'Special Occasion'.
The innkeeper shivered after he just finished giving another round of drinks to a group of men that were already far from sober. He turned towards a man in blue robes and asked, "Are you completely sure that all of this is necessary? I mean I know I hired you to protect my inn from potential thieves but did you need to bring your entire guild?"
The robed man looked up. "Listen sir. We can take no risks in the lives of our employers. Your safety comes first and in order to do that, we will have everyone on duty."
"Are you sure you didn't just invite them because I said while you were guarding me that I'd give you free drinks?" the innkeeper replied.
When he heard that the man in the robes almost looked appalled. "Sir! How dare you accuse me of taking advantage of your very generous offer? Why that very remark wounds me sir, it really does."
The innkeeper sighed. "You know you could have just said yes instead of being a smart ass about it."
With that he returned to filling orders. Slouching over the bar, the robed man finally took off his hood. He was a breton, with short black hair, partially narrow features, and had a more slim body than the rest. The only weapon he carried was a single cutlass.
"Hey there handsome what's your name?"
A pair of beautiful young women were standing behind him in long dresses. He smiled and started putting on some charm for them. "Well hey there ladies. My name is Rastafariel Dombledorfenshe-"
Before he could finish his name the woman had somehow disappeared. He laid his head on the table depressed that this happened again. That man is know as the powerful sorcerer, swashbuckler, leader of the Dragon Tears guild, Rastafariel (don't ask about his last name it's longer than the first, also note that what is written above is not his actual last name, merely based on what little I remember it to actually be). He's been born with a curse worse than most any other men. The curse of having a name so long it bores every person he meets. For the sake of the guild, everyone just calls him Ras for short. In general he's a great guy that takes the time to talk with every guild member about their problems. But if you get on his last nerve don't be anywhere within lightning bolt range.
"I don't understand. I've a got a great career going for me, I'm powerful, famed, and woman STILL forsake me. I swear I'll kill that old fart that gave me his name."
"Too bad he's already dead huh Ras?"
Ras looked over toward the deep voice to his right and saw an enormous orc dressed in full armor and a battleaxe over his back. He smiled at the sight of him.
"Rok'Nar! Hey I haven't seen you since that cult mission. How have you been? I hear you decapitated and then urinated on all of their heads!"
Rok'Nar was a tall and bulky orc even for orcs. His dark hair is braided and has piercings on his nose, lips, pretty much everywhere possible. Even his eyebrows have spikes on them. He's famed for soloing missions since he never wanted anyone with him when he did. None of the lower members have ever seen Rok'Nar in actual combat but since there were all these stories of his victims meeting gruesome deaths they never wanted to. Whenever he's around a large group of people, he really gives in to his orc stereotypes. Claiming that he'd kill all who opposed him and yells with a slur of curse words and bad grammar. One of the guild's highest ranking officers and with his sheer power, he is definitely a force to be reckoned with.
He stood proud hearing Ras praise him. "Well yeah they kind of set me off. It was close though. Had it dragged out a little longer I might have died. Wait I heard that we're getting free drinks." He prepared his voice momentarily. "Bartender! Me have best ale! He pay!" He pointed at Ras. The bartender gave him a foul look and poured him mug.
"I told you you should have brought someone with you," Ras replied. "You keep cutting it too close. Especially since you haven't fixed that-'Thing'-of yours."
Rok'Nar simply smiled back and took a swig of the ale. "Instead of talking about my problems lets talk about your problems shall we? So. I see you still aren't having any luck with the ladies huh?"
Ras moaned back into his depression. "I truly don't understand women. I know to electrocute, obliterate, burn, and disintegrate woman. But I'm clueless to how to seduce them. I blame my ridiculously long name. I mean, let's be honest, I am very powerful. I also am the leader of a huge guild right? Why is it that because of one flawed detail that they completely disregard everything else? Do you understand what I'm saying Rok?"
When he turned to look at him, Rok'Nar still sat there looking at him but the two woman that left Ras were now stroking Rok's arms and kissing his neck. Ras gave an angry look at him. Or was it more envious? Hard to say.
"No Ras," Rok'Nar replied. "I can say with complete confidence that I have no idea what you are talking about. Have you tried being an ass? I hear that works."
He continued to stare in awe as how without even trying, Rok got two beautiful woman groping at him. For a moment he felt like he was going to kill his friend. Until common sense came back. Rok'Nar was flexing his muscles and the two woman ooed and awed at everything he said and did. It was official. Ras had given up on ever trying to get a girlfriend. Let alone a wife and family. He was now trying to decide whether to sink completely into depression or continue living on understanding this seemingly obvious fact. It was then a shadow looked over him. Normally whoever it was would have been disintegrated at this point if only Ras didn't recognize this particularly large shadow.
"You know something Casper, you are terrible at sneaking around."
Behind Ras was an incredibly tall nord in leather grabs with a hood blocking his face, and daggers in their sheaths. This is Casper, by far the tallest assassin that ever existed, and the tallest in the guild overall. Despite his unusual size he (questionably) chose to follow the path of the Nightblade. Many people have advised him to choose a career towards perhaps a warrior or knight since it's not really possible for him to assassinate anyone that sees him coming within a mile radius. He says "screw em". With a carefree attitude and quick hands, Casper is also an officer of the Dragon Tears guild. Sadly not as high as Rok'Nar.
Our large assassin responded, "Ok I can imagine everyone else saying that, but how could you Ras? I thought we were friends. Besides why would you make me an officer if I wasn't living up to my full potential?"
"Apparently I have very poor decision making skills," Ras answered.
Casper started laughing sarcastically. "Which one are you talking about? The friend part or the officer part?" One look from Ras' cold stare and Casper got the message. "Well screw you too. But you know something I am good at? Woman! From what I've heard you're having some lady problems is that right?" Ras shot Rok'Nar a dirty look and Rok returned with an "I'm sorry" expression. Casper continued. "What you need to do is appear like a ghost out of thin air. It makes you look cool and mysterious. Chicks dig that. If they see you coming or you wait for them you might as well not try at all. Allow me to demonstrate."
Walking away from the bar, Ras and Rok'Nar watched wondering what exactly was going to happen. Casper crouched down so he was now average height and tried sneaking around the party. He spotted two women standing next to a support beam. Targets acquired. When he managed to push and shove his way to the opposite side of the beam he stood up straight and hid from the women. Peering around the edge he was able to sneak a look at them. Now, this was a crucial detail he overlooked. These women were shorter than average guys and were wearing particularly revealing dresses. Not to mention Casper's extreme height compariosn. So when he snuck a look at them you could say he got a "good view". Naturally there would be a problem when the woman facing him stopped giggling at what her friend said long enough to see him. And, naturally, she got the wrong idea.
"Hey you perv! Would you mind explaining to us what you're doing sneaking a peek at me and my friend?" she exclaimed.
Casper panicked trying to think of something to say. "No no! It's not what you think! I wouldn't do that. Uh-uh-I don't mean that they DON'T look nice but-um."
Of course being a guy he managed to say all the wrong things. This plus the fact that there were two angry women resulted in a nasty double kick to the jewels. He collapsed onto the wooden floor crossing his legs and guarding them from further harm. You could see his soul starting to creep out and fly away.
"Stay away from us you creep!"
They didn't have to worry about that. In his condition he wasn't going anywhere. Ras and Rok'Nar laughed hysterically seeing the poor shape of their friend having talked so boldly before his imminent demise. It was hard to say whether he was alive at this point. But when he finally did speak it wasn't any lower than a squeal as he said, "Killlllll meeee."
Ras laughed, "Haha! I might not be any good at picking up women, but at least I don't get beaten the crap out of whenever I try."
As Casper was laying on the floor in pain waiting for a clean death, the door swung open smacking him in the face and three bandits wearing masks ran in.
"Haaaa! This is a robbery by the Red Rook bandits! Unless you want to die I suggest that you all..." The entire inn fell silent. Even the bandits were quiet. One of them leaned over towards the one in the middle.
"Um boss. Are you sure that this is the inn you were talking about?"
"You are positive?"
"This is the inn we were supposed to rob?"
"Then why are we surrounded?"
The room stayed silent. The middle bandit looked all around the room checking out all the warriors, sorcerers, and assassins. He finally looked straight forward and decided they were screwed.
"Get em boys!" a warrior shouted. They all charged them at once. Pushing and shoving to see who would get the kill. The bandits tried running away but were cramped at the door. Unfortunately for our dear friend Casper, in order to get to them, most everyone was stepping on him without realizing he was there. This furthered the distance his soul traveled from him. Dragging the bandits back into the inn, instead of using their weapons, they pummeled them with their fists. The bandits were hollering in pain and screeching, "This was all your idea!" Now people were trying to get to the center of the fight and continued to step on poor Casper. Ras and Rok'Nar didn't even bother getting into the fight and watched drinking a mug of ale.
Meanwhile the innkeeper just stared in awe at the rowdy bunch.
He nudged the guildmaster and whispered, "Um I think they've been beaten into submission. Do they really need to keep at it?"
"Well if you feel like telling them that go ahead," Ras gestured towards the crowd. The innkeeper shied away from going anywhere near the behemoths.
Rok'Nar got off his chair and stretched his arms. "Relax I got this." Walking to the group he unsheathed his battleaxe and yelled, "Move or heads will roll!"
It is amazing how fast everyone cleared away from the bandits. Their faces and bodies were beaten, bruised, and bleeding. Obvious to say they would never try anything like this again. Resting his axe on his shoulder, Rok'Nar looked back and smiled at Ras. Ras looked at him thinking Show off and headed towards the half dead bandits. Leaning down he summoned several pairs of handcuffs and cuffed all three of them. He stood back up and looked around the room.
"Ashure! Where are you? Take these gentleman to the stockades. I don't think they will cause any trouble for the remainder of their time in this world." When no one answered Ras looked around and asked again. "Ashure! Get over here and turn them in! You're starting to make me look bad."
No one said anything. Until a voice said, "Pass." That ticked Ras to an extreme.
"Pass? You can't 'Pass'. I'm the guildmaster. You follow my orders and you like them. You're not even a Tear yet. You can't just ignore an order like that."
"I'm not you're errand boy Ras," the emotionless voice went again. "Get some newbie to do it. I have no interest in doing your chores today. I have other things on my mind."
Everyone looked at the a man in a chair laying on the wooden table with his eyes closed. Ashure Glory, lower ranking member of the Dragon Tears guild. For reasons the reader is unaware he is currently unmotivated to do anything and won't do anything unless it suits his interests. Getting him to do a mission is a mission in its own right at this point. He has wavy red hair, a slightly tougher than average build but by no means a huge lug, and a slightly round face with thin layers of facial hair covering it. With a greatsword on his back and wearing heavy plated armor, Ashure continued to lay their with his head buried in his arms. Almost every conversation he has with Ras gets Ras ticked off, which he slightly does on purpose.
Even though he wasn't nearly in the mood to do a mission, at this exact moment he was going to want change his mind. Ras summoned a spear of dark crystal like rocks and sent it flying towards Ashure's head. It landed only inches from his skull to the right, making a large hole in the wall. Opening his silvery grey eyes, Ashure looked at the dark spear and then looked back at Ras.
Ras grew even more furious and concentrated a ball of lightning in his hands. "Just do the damn mission or next time I won't miss!"
Ashure sighed and got out of his chair. He unsheathed his sword and pointed it at the bandits. "Up and at em worms." With a burst of energy they leaped up off the ground and begged him not to kill them. "Oh wow you guys are still alive," he said nonchalantly. "Let's go."
He kicked one and they got the idea. As soon as they all went outside the door Ras' anger slowly disappeared along with the lighting bolt in his hand. The room started to fill up with chatter and Ras remembered that now the mission was technically over. Walking over towards the innkeeper he held out his hand.
"All right we completed your request. The bandits that were going to rob you have been apprehended and are now being turned in to the authorities. Now as I recall, the job was worth 200 gold. So I say this in politest way possible, pay up."
You could tell something was wrong when the innkeeper gave the most artificial smile in existence.
"Oh you're right!" he said sarcastically. "But wait. From the time you were here, I have two broken windows, three broken chairs, a broken table, and a hole in the wall. And guess how much it costs to repair it?"
Ras didn't enjoy the sarcasm. "50 gold?"
"Wrong," the innkeeper replied. "200 gold exactly. So not counting all my alcohol that you band of ruffians drank, that will pay for exactly everything your guild has broken."
"You know you could have just said we aren't getting paid instead of being a smart ass about it," Ras complained.
"What?!" he exclaimed. "Where have I heard this before? You know there is this special concept that really fits this scenario. I believe it's called karma!" His expression quickly changed to anger. "Now get out of my inn!"
Within seconds the entire guild flooded out with disappointed looks, and more than slightly hungover. Together Ras and Rok'Nar lifted their half conscious Caper over their shoulders. There was a moment of happiness for the innkeeper. Until he looked at the inside of his inn and realized there was a serious problem.
"Now how am I gonna fix this?"
All three bandits never stopped complaining as Ashure made them march towards the Lieutenant. Whenever they started thinking about running, they looked back to see Ashure's sword unsheathed and laying against his shoulder. It was in their best interest not to rebel against their captor. All Ashure was thinking about was how much he couldn't wait until he finished this little errand. This wasn't his kind of mission even if it was a simple one. In fact it was partially because it was so easy that he didn't like doing it. How was he supposed to climb up the social ladder in the guild by babysitting a few bandits? What ever. Add it onto the list of things for him to think about today.
They were now climbing up the stone path under an arch where the Daggerfall Keep was now in sight. Its giant stone structure and prominence overlooked the entire countryside giving the powerful appearance that of the most grand castle. The locals were very proud of their town that sat right under the great keep. Although Ashure wasn't as interested in it as much as when he first came to Daggerfall. Its effect of grandeur quickly wore off on him.
In front of him, a group of guards approached and asked about the three in cuffs.
"Well these three tried robbing the inn not too long ago," was Ashure's reply. "Make sure you put them in a deep hole in your dungeon."
"Please no!" cried one of the bandits. "Don't put us in the dungeons. At least let us be able to see the sun."
"Shut up," Ashure moaned hitting him upside the head with his gauntlet. "I already have a migraine from all your complaining on the way here. Don't make it any worse." He returned his gaze to the guards. "So are we done here or do I have to go through some procedural crap?"
"That won't be necessary."
A woman clad in armor with a sword on her hip and shield over her back walked from behind the guards who parted to let her through. She looked at the bandits and then at Ashure. Knowing he was telling the truth she nodded to her guards and they took them. They went out crying and screaming but of course they didn't stand a chance against the well armed military troops. The woman told the rest to leave her. That left the two alone.
"Did I do something wrong?" Ashure asked annoyed.
"No not at all," she answered. "You are with the Dragon Tears are you not?"
"Not the most informed official are you? What's it to you? From that shiny armor and emblem on your chest I'd have to say you're a Captain. Now, Captain, tell me what it is you'd like to discuss?"
She looked at him impressed. "You seem very familiar with the military. Were you a soldier?"
Ashure laughed. "Anything but. Now, what is it you want?"
She turned towards the railing overlooking the town square. "There's a job that I want to give to the Dragon Tears guild. Someone's been murdered recently and we want to know why. As you probably know, murder is something the Guard cannot overlook. Or else we'll have a panic on our hands. Do you accept?" She presented him a roll of paper. Ashure took it and examined it. Without a doubt, this was an official case. He rolled it back up.
"I'll take it to an officer and then they'll decide who to send. But don't expect a job without a reward." He started walking away.
"Oh there will be a reward," she assured him.
Ashure turned to face her while walking backwards. "I never got your name."
"No you did not," she replied.
She never gave him her name. They left with this mutual understanding of each other. Neither truly trusting the other. What Ashure understood was she was a high ranking official that could probably take him out anytime she wanted to. Also for some reason she didn't want this getting out about either the murdered or the murderer. This was a very personal job, either for her, the guard, or some other official. The Captain knew that he had some knowledge about the army for whatever reason. To her this could mean he left the army or might have been at arms against it. Then again someone he knew could have been in the army or he just could have a basic understanding of the chain of command. For some reason she didn't think it was the last one.
The Captain signaled over to a guard that quickly hustled over to her.
"What is it Captain?"
"Who was that man?" she asked looking to where Ashure once stood. He shrugged.
"Oh that was Ashure Glory!" another guard yelled to them, hearing their conversation. "He's an up and comer. Been getting a reputation for monster hunting. A lot of people say he'll become a well known member of the Dragon Tears guild someday." They both stared at him. "What? I like reading up on all the guilds. Why? Does something bother you Captain?"
Lost in thought, she didn't look back to face the guard, until something clicked. "Silver eyes." She looked back at the guard. "I want someone looking up this, Ashure Glory. I want city records, birth certificates, past journeys. I want to know where he sleeps, where he eats, where he says is the best vacation spots. I want to know everything about him."
The guard looked at her almost worried. "What for Captain?"
"Just a hunch. But I don't want to have overlooked something."
"We're going to need more than that Captain."
Her look became stone cold. "My job is to know about everyone and everything that enters and leaves Daggerfall. And not once have I ever heard of an Ashure Glory."