Role

Chapter 1

"Mysteries dwell in the bottom of every man's mop bucket."

- Grumpleton Junglesocks


Grumpleton was tireless. Cleaning. Scrubbing. Mopping. He did it all
with a sincerity and attention to detail that made him the best at
what he did.

And what did he do, you ask?

He was a janitor. Dressed in his blue jumpsuit with his utility belt
strapped firmly around his skinny little waist, he was more than just
a little bit amusing to behold. But it didn't bother him, ever since
he left Hillcrest as a part-time cleric, he had been searching for an
income that would sustain his mediocre studies into herbology.

So he mopped floors. Cleaned up spills. Polished bar tops. And above
all else - he listened. He listened to the glorious adventures of all
the patrons that frequented the Inn, dreaming himself of the day he
would find the courage to have one of these dastardly things himself.

An adventure!

So he came up with an idea. He would create himself a fearless alter
ego to brave the Theran wilderness and have these adventures for him.
He rummaged through his humble belongings until he found that horrid
pair of Yuletide socks his mother had sent him two seasons ago. They
were plastered with safari animals and jungle scenery but he put them
on without hesitation and gave life to a new side of himself.

Grumpleton Junglesocks!

And our hero did not hesitate, he scrutinised the damp mopping floor
beneath him and decided it was more than just a murky pond. It was in
fact, a detailed map! It chartered the footsteps while cataloging the
evidence collected by the footprints of those who had passed through.
It was pure genius.

And what did we have here? Ysigrath mire. Black dragon blood. A shard
of bone from a tribal axe. It had all the key ingredients for a grand
adventure!

And there was nobody better suited than Grumpleton Junglesocks.