Role

Chapter 5

"Some say the mountain peak is the end of the road. I simply believe
it is a stepping stone to the limitless skies and beckoning stars."

- Grumpleton Junglesocks


Our hero stood at the pinnacle of his guild which somehow physically
and poetically coincided with a mountaintop. The heavy slobbering and
insatiable hunger of Ubba came from his immediate left as he thought
about his most recent accomplishment that overshadowed staying out of
the stomach of Thera's newest orc chieftain.

He'd just made the journey from mop to top. Cleaning his way across a
multitude of taverns and inns to earn his tutelage and fund his drive
for adventures. Slowly and surely, his personas began to merge into a
singular being of personified adventureisms.

He still mopped floors, don't get me wrong. But no he did it in style
with evidence of his conquests and discoveries brightening up his old
blue jumpsuit. His ears constantly straining for rumours whispered
from curious lips as he hunted for his next grand adventure!

So keep this in mind, if you're passing an unsuspecting tavern. There
you might find our newly realised hero. His trousers rolled up high,
and his gaudy socks proudly on display for the world to know that the
expeditionary enthusiast Grumpleton Junglesocks was here to stay.

And Thera's adventuring scene would never be the same again.

Editors note: Grumpleton's brave alter ego has inevitably merged with
him and the mild mannered adventure-fearing janitor has begun to fade
into a distant memory.