This choice: Stayed True to Oath of Death • Go Back... Your time at the Academy had been fun. You learned the use of various weapons, armor, shield, horseback riding, mounted combat, and how to use your Paladin spells. Granted, summoning Jim, Jeb, and Juanita had been scary the first time you did it, especially as their bones came forth from the ground, but after a while, you got used to it. They came in handy when you forgot to get certain weapons from the training room, or as sparing partners. Even some of the cleric-types you'd befriended had to admit that the trio had their use, as they'd often ask you for help in training their abilities that repealed undead. Granted, Jim, Jeb, and Juanita didn't like it, but you'd been smart enough to ask them to help out, and let the one that did help out have the day off, and not need to do as you said, which made the trio a bit more willing in that regard. That being said, you were smart enough not to force them into doing something they didn't want to do. Teachers had drilled in that lesson quite clearly. An upset summon could easily figure out a means in which to let the one that summoned them get into serious trouble and potentially get hurt or die.
But, your time at the Academy was now over. Now was the part where you had to get a Quest, take a job, or somehow earn your money, and in general, prove that you were indeed a Hero! Now it was just a matter of what kind of work you'd be willing to do. Luckily, there was always a job somewhere. In fact, the tavern always had something to be offered, or so you'd heard. There was usually a bounty or two, a small quest posted, someone looking for a party, or a party looking for someone to join them.
As you entered the tavern, you were mildly surprised at how quickly your eyes adjusted within five seconds to the dimmer light of the interior, compared to the usual thirty-sixty seconds it used to take. For a moment, things quieted, as folks started to look at you, making you feel nervous.
Then, you heard it.
"Move rookie!" said a low deep voice.
You turned, and found yourself looking at a scarred half-orc barbarian.
"Either you'll move or I'll rip your arm off and beat you with it," the half-orc barbarian said. "That black armor don't scare me, not when I've seen things that will make you shit in it!"
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