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The sun rose high above Emon, the proud capital city of Tal’dorei, standing strong after years of less fortunate times righted by the efforts of the brave warriors within the great Greyskull Keep found just south of Emon’s outer walls. A lone figure made his way through the city this quiet morning, his shoulders back and head held high as he headed down the road toward the stone fortress of Emon’s heroes.

Approaching Greyskull’s gate, the young man was obviously stopped by the guards standing watch. However, after a quick introduction and remembrance of previous orders the guards raised the gate and the young man was allowed entrance to the famed Keep, greeted happily by an older woman.

The old woman, though a bit shaky from her age, led the guest into the dining hall before rushing off to the kitchen to fetch him a quick meal. The young man smiled as his eyes scanned the great room, the trophies and treasures hanging on the walls from the many adventures of the famed Vox Machina. He did, however, freeze for only a moment as his eyes found the sleeping mound of fur belonging to a large bear curled up next to the fire place across the room. The bear stretched slightly, releasing a long and tired roar before falling over onto his side in his deep sleep. His greying fur and occasional scar easily showed the years he had spent at the side of his companion, the same years that now kept him home while his ranger was off saving the world.

The young man quickly turned at the sound of clattering dishes before rushing over to the old woman now struggling with arms full of plates and bowls of food for her guest. Helping her into the hall with their meal, the two of them sat across from each other at one of the long wooden tables and old woman could hold back no longer. She questioned him on where he had gone, what he had done, what adventures he had been on. Happily the young man shared his many stories from his years of travel. The beasts he had slain, the people he had saved, the friends he had made. She smiled and nodded her head to his stories, a bit of pride showing in her face, but after a few tales he realized an important question he had not yet asked.

“Where is Vox Machina?”

The old woman released a small laugh and smiled back at the boy before explaining that the group had traveled back to the home of the Lady Keyleth. With her Aramente finished years earlier she had returned home to finish what little preparation was left and finally the day had come for her to take her place as headmaster to her tribe. A grand festival would be held in her honor and she had requested her friends to be present to celebrate with her.

The young man nodded and smiled, expressing how he wished he could be there with them, to see all of Vox Machina during such a celebration. What a party it would be with the eight of them together like that. It was at that moment the young man froze, his smile dropping a bit as he saw sudden sadness swell in the old woman’s eyes. He questioned her for answers and after a few stray tears had fallen from her face, she finally answered him.

The young man shoved his chair back with such speed and force the old woman jumped in surprise before watching him race out of dining hall. Bursting through a door leading out into what Keyleth had once called her garden, the young man made his way past beautiful bushes and flowers of many kinds before stopping as he finally found it. There, in the center of the garden, surrounded by a ring of flowers stood a single, large grey stone with a name etched deeply into its face.

The young man fell to his knees before the stone, his eyes wide as he stared back at the name.

“You promised…” He whispered to himself, tears forming in his eyes.

He sat there in silence for what felt like forever before a shuffling sound from behind drew his attention away. He turned to see the old woman walking toward him, a wooden box in her hands. She sat the box on the ground before the young man, a lump in his throat forming as his fingers traced the name carved into the lid of the box, Kainen.

“We found this in his room after…” She paused, her eyes drifting toward the stone beside them.

The young man nodded to her words before sliding the lid off of the wooden box. Within he found three fairly simple, enchanted daggers each wrapped in their own basic cloth under a small piece of folded paper. The young man lifted the paper, his hands shaking a bit as he unfolded the parchment. A large smile crossed his face, tears once more falling from his eyes as he read over the three simple words scribbled before him, be a Hero.

Description
The sun rose high above Emon, the proud capital city of Tal’dorei, standing strong after years of less fortunate times righted by the efforts of the brave warriors within the great Greyskull Keep found just south of Emon’s outer walls. A lone figure made his way through the city this quiet morning, his shoulders back and head held high as he headed down the road toward the stone fortress of Emon’s heroes.

Approaching Greyskull’s gate, the young man was obviously stopped by the guards standing watch. However, after a quick introduction and remembrance of previous orders the guards raised the gate and the young man was allowed entrance to the famed Keep, greeted happily by an older woman.

The old woman, though a bit shaky from her age, led the guest into the dining hall before rushing off to the kitchen to fetch him a quick meal. The young man smiled as his eyes scanned the great room, the trophies and treasures hanging on the walls from the many adventures of the famed Vox Machina. He did, however, freeze for only a moment as his eyes found the sleeping mound of fur belonging to a large bear curled up next to the fire place across the room. The bear stretched slightly, releasing a long and tired roar before falling over onto his side in his deep sleep. His greying fur and occasional scar easily showed the years he had spent at the side of his companion, the same years that now kept him home while his ranger was off saving the world.

The young man quickly turned at the sound of clattering dishes before rushing over to the old woman now struggling with arms full of plates and bowls of food for her guest. Helping her into the hall with their meal, the two of them sat across from each other at one of the long wooden tables and old woman could hold back no longer. She questioned him on where he had gone, what he had done, what adventures he had been on. Happily the young man shared his many stories from his years of travel. The beasts he had slain, the people he had saved, the friends he had made. She smiled and nodded her head to his stories, a bit of pride showing in her face, but after a few tales he realized an important question he had not yet asked.

“Where is Vox Machina?”

The old woman released a small laugh and smiled back at the boy before explaining that the group had traveled back to the home of the Lady Keyleth. With her Aramente finished years earlier she had returned home to finish what little preparation was left and finally the day had come for her to take her place as headmaster to her tribe. A grand festival would be held in her honor and she had requested her friends to be present to celebrate with her.

The young man nodded and smiled, expressing how he wished he could be there with them, to see all of Vox Machina during such a celebration. What a party it would be with the eight of them together like that. It was at that moment the young man froze, his smile dropping a bit as he saw sudden sadness swell in the old woman’s eyes. He questioned her for answers and after a few stray tears had fallen from her face, she finally answered him.

The young man shoved his chair back with such speed and force the old woman jumped in surprise before watching him race out of dining hall. Bursting through a door leading out into what Keyleth had once called her garden, the young man made his way past beautiful bushes and flowers of many kinds before stopping as he finally found it. There, in the center of the garden, surrounded by a ring of flowers stood a single, large grey stone with a name etched deeply into its face.

The young man fell to his knees before the stone, his eyes wide as he stared back at the name.

“You promised…” He whispered to himself, tears forming in his eyes.

He sat there in silence for what felt like forever before a shuffling sound from behind drew his attention away. He turned to see the old woman walking toward him, a wooden box in her hands. She sat the box on the ground before the young man, a lump in his throat forming as his fingers traced the name carved into the lid of the box, Kainen.

“We found this in his room after…” She paused, her eyes drifting toward the stone beside them.

The young man nodded to her words before sliding the lid off of the wooden box. Within he found three fairly simple, enchanted daggers each wrapped in their own basic cloth under a small piece of folded paper. The young man lifted the paper, his hands shaking a bit as he unfolded the parchment. A large smile crossed his face, tears once more falling from his eyes as he read over the three simple words scribbled before him, be a Hero.