The Adventures of Dremron and Company
Chapter Three
Tholoman
Behedroth, Crowin and Dremron set out the next morning, walking down that same path. It was around the middle of the day when the path that they followed entered a graveyard. They found a nice oak and leaned against it, drinking of the water they had brought with them and resting. All of a sudden Dremron sat up, grabbed his staff, and muttering some incantations, created a shield, just before a score of lightning bolts materialized, heading in their direction. They struck the invisible barrier with a sizzling crack.
"Who's there?" Dremron asked.
A tall cleric stepped out from a group of trees. The gentle breeze blew his long, brown hair and ruffled his white robe.
"You are trespassing on holy ground!" exclaimed the robed man, not answering Dremron's question. "Your penalty is death."
"We had no idea this was holy ground," explained Dremron, trying to avoid further conflict.
"Oh, so all the gravestones didn't tell you anything about where you were?" the brown haired man asked in a matter-of-fact tone.
"We were merely following the path my Goodman," protested Behedroth.
"Who are you three anyway?" the cleric questioned in a superior way.
"I am a fire mage, Dremron I am called," answered the green-cloaked mage.
"I am Crowin," answered the elf, removing his hand from his sword.
"And I am called Behedroth," said the tall, black-bearded man.
"You're Dremron?" the cleric questioned, his jaw dropped in awe. "The Dremron who..."
Dremron cut him off, "Yes, I am the one, and only Dremron. You have us at a disadvantage, my friend, you know our names, but we don't know yours."
"Sorry, I must have forgotten. My name is Tholoman, cleric of Dedruene," he said. "What brings you here?' he asked the mage.
"We are on a quest to end the reign of Norgot. These two," he pointed to Crowin and Behedroth; "are on a quest for revenge."
"That sounds like a good adventure, perhaps I could join? You're the only travelers I've seen for two months! I yearn for some action," exclaimed Tholoman.
"You may join us if you wish, gather up what you wish to take with you," Dremron instructed.
"How about I meet you a mile from here, there's a good place to camp there," he suggested, and with that he walked off.
"Weird fellow isn't he?" remarked Behedroth to no one in particular.