In Dungeons with Dragons | Prologue: Cabal

A Man Lost

Cabal very easily could’ve been born right outside The Lucky Gnome Taphouse. Or, at the very least, created by some master magician as some sort of expert golem and instilled with life bare minutes before he would enter the tavern and join the brawl. He had a name in his head: Cabal. He assumed it was his name, but he couldn’t be sure. Flooded with questions of identity, past, purpose, he stood bricked in place. How did he even know of identity? How did he know that he was a human? How did he know that the long sword on his back fit perfectly in his hands? Had some wizard stolen his memories? Was his soul drained from his body and all that was left was this vessel of a body with the dregs of his knowledge? He palled.

In the third minute of his life, he saw her. She was beauty incarnate. An eladrin woman (how did he know that) walked into the tavern through a door, that judging by its worn patina and sun-faded blue paint, promised no equal beauty within. Cabal was flooded with questions about her that pushed away all of the questions he had about himself. Still rooted to the cobbles like a weed, he peered through the watery glass of the tavern windows, studying the scene inside, eyes transfixed.