Random Medieval Book

By Isaac P. Baker & Jonathan M. Carvaines

Part one: The beginning

Chapter 1
Zennquilis is sitting in his living room reading a book when he hears a knock on the
door. He assumes it is just some traveling merchant and says “Go away! I have no interest in
your wares!” His comment was met with “Grog no want to leave, Grog need Zennquilis
help!” Zennquilis is now intrigued because he wasn't some important person, he was just
some ok wizard . So he puts down his book, titled Practical Defensive Spells and walks over to
the door. When he opens the door he sees a muscular man standing there. He was dressed
in the army uniform but without the coat of arms. He had sort of a childlike expression on
his face which housed two battle scars. Zennquilis was about to ask Grog to come inside his
home but Grog looks like he’s prone to breaking things, so Zennquilis just ends up joining
him outside.
“Grog needs help. Big monster smash my town. I try kill it but me need help from
Zennquilis!” Grog says.
“What big monster?”
“Oblivak Titan, big and scary!” Grog looks scared. Zennquilis knew about the titan,
the monster had disappeared for a long time but about 200 years ago he had woken up. It
had been disguised as a mountain. He had heard rumors that it had entered the Vestrol
plains where most human towns were.
“Grog, how big is your town?”
“Town was big, lots of shiny armored men. Oh! It had big stone walls on decapitated
mountain.” From Grog’s description, the “town” sounds like a citadel, which only worries
Zennquilis even more so. According to the ancient stories the Titan tended to attack small
towns, villages and unpopulated areas. It tended to destroy any living thing it comes across,
but stayed away from big cities and heavily fortified areas, so if it attacked a citadel...
“Okay, but why do you want my help? I’m just a novice wizard living in a farming
community,” says Zennquilis. Grog puts his finger to his chin and ponders for a moment.
“Grog forget.” Grogs expression goes to that of a sad child. “But Grog know it must
be for good reason!” His expression goes back to happy once again.
“Okay Grog I’ll come along.
“Yay! Grog new friend will come!”
“Alright! Then let's be off!” Zennquilis starts walking away only to return to his
doorstep a few seconds later. “Grog, where are we going?” “We must travel to tavern. It
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called ‘The Silly Mule.’ There we find me friend who help us even more.” Zennquilis knew
about The Silly Mule, it was a place where you found the shady people of the town.
So Zennquilis grabs his magic staff and then joins Grog outside. They walk through
the town until they get to the end of the road. On their right is a grassy field and on their
left is a one story structure with a hanging sign that reads “The Silly Mule.” The structure
looks old and unstable.
“Grog’s friend is inside, he wears black cloak and has small pointy sword,” says Grog.
“What’s your friend’s name?” inquiries Zenquilis. Grog takes a moment to think.
“Grog no remember,” responds Grog. The duo enter the tavern and are greeted with the
generic tavern sights. There are three farmers playing cards right of the entrance and a
carpenter at the bar drinking his fourth round of ale. The tavern smelled of alcohol and
vomit. In a dark corner two figures were talking at a small table. One of the figures was old
and was smoking a pipe, the other was younger and was wearing a black cloak and hood.
The younger one was also carving something into the wood of the table with a dagger.
“That him,” said Grog, pointing at the cloaked man. “You greet him while me get
some food.” Zennquilis slowly approaches the figures, preparing a protection spell in case
things go sideways. He stops around a meter away from the men and begins to listen in on
their conversation.
“I’ll give you three coins for it, but no more!” says the shrouded man.
“We both know it’s worth at least 15,” responds the older man. The shrouded figure
points the dagger at the old man. “Did you forget what’s in my hand?” asks the shrouded
man. “If you kill me you’ll never get what you need.” The old man taps the end of his pipe on
his chin. “I’ll give you fourteen,” says the shrouded figure while gritting his teeth. The old
man thinks while puffing on the pipe, after a few seconds he takes out a match to relight his
pipe and answers. “Fifteen.” The shrouded man thinks on this offer, then exclaims “Fine!
You win.” The old man smiles about his success for a minute and nods his head. The old
figure stands and whispers something in the other man’s ear, then he leaves the tavern. The
shrouded man stands up after the old man leaves and walks toward Zennquilis. After a few
seconds of looking at Zennquilis the man turns to Grog, who is now idling next to him, and
speaks. “Grog, who is this?”
“This Zenn-quil-is! He help,” says Grog, sounding out Zennquilis’ name.
“Oh! I was expecting someone more... imposing. Well anyway nice to meet you
Zennquilis, my name is Ucraneus.” Ucraneus was a bit shorter than Zennquilis and possibly
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a bit younger, maybe in his early twenties or so. He had several knives holstered in his belt
and was wearing a dark gray stealth suit along with the black cloak and hood. Zennquilis
noticed that Ucraneus was also missing his left ring finger and had a leather arm guard on
his right wrist. “What that thing?” asks Grog with childlike interest, gesturing at the
armguard. “This? Hmmm, just watch.” Ucraneus points his right arm at a farmer drinking
wine and suddenly a small dagger flies out of the armguard and shatters the farmer's mug.
“That's pretty cool, not very practical, but still cool,” says Zennquilis. The bartender
however, doesn't seem to agree. “Cool?! How is that cool?! You broke one of my only
glasses!”
Soon the trio were sitting on the dirt road outside of the tavern, all holding a
permanent ban.
“Well, I suppose it’s time to get down to business. I know where the book is,” begins
Ucraneus. “That good,” says Grog. “But I spent more than the budget which means we have
to travel without proper supplies.” “That no good,” responds Grog. The small party sits in
silence before Zennquilis finally decides to ask what the book is.
“The book is a 2,984 page tome that contains extensive information on the known
Titans, most importantly the Oblivak. The problem is that it was written in a language that
many do not know. Recently Grog discovered that some sorcerers do know the language
and after some digging we found out that you are one of the people who do,” explains
Ucraneus. After taking a minute to take in all this information Zennquilis responds.
“So where is the big book anyway?” “The book is located on the fourth floor of the
grand academy’s library, guarded by student and teacher spellcasters,” says Ucraneus.
Zennquilis (who had only gone to a basic and small magic school as he didn’t possess the
money to go to Xaria Lelnta, the grand magic academy) was excited to be able to visit a true
magic school. “You done talking? Me want to save the world, not talk!” says Grog. This
remark ends the conversation. “Okay, let's go on grand adventure!” Grog exclaims heroically.

The trio walk down to the only store in the town where they intend to use the rest of
their coins to purchase whatever supplies might be helpful. “Alright, thanks to Zennquilis
we should have just enough money to buy whatever equipment we should require,” says
Ucraneus. Zennquilis gives each person a bit of money and an assignment, Ucraneus gets
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travelling equipment, Zennquilis would get food and Grog would get weapons. A few
minutes later they regroup in front of the counter where the dwarven shopkeep is eying
Grog, expecting him to break something. Zenquillis’ load mostly consisted of bread and
water canteens, Ucraneus had three bedrolls, two torches, some oil, a map, and a compass.
Grog was holding a spear for Zennquilis, a bundle of daggers for Ucraneus and a maul for
Grog. The total price used up all of their funds, which was a shame, but at least bandits
wouldn't likely attack as they had nothing of true value.
Zennquilis said they should go back to his house and take some stuff from there.
Mainly, he just wanted to bring his spell books so he could learn spells without praying to
an arcane being first. Finally the group set off from the small town of Bluffville. Ucraneus
estimated that the journey to the grand academy, which is located in the capital, could take a
couple of days.
On the first day they used the main roads to traverse a good fourteen kilometers in
six hours. At about midday they stopped to take a break and have lunch. When they finished
eating they started out again things started off smooth but after two hours they were
attacked by orcs who were harassing anyone using the road. When Grog saw them he got
very angry.
“Grog smash mean orc!” Then he and Zennquilis charged the group of five orcs.
Ucraneus stayed back to throw daggers at the orcs without getting in the way. When Grog
swung his maul at an orc wielding a shortsword and light shield he missed and almost took
Zennquilis’ head off. “Oops, me sorry Zennquilis.” Grog swung his maul again, the opposite
way this time and hit a tree. Ucraneus was faring much better, and was throwing his knives
with utmost precision, killing a few orcs. Zennquilis lit his spear on fire using a spell and
stabbed an orc in the chest, immediately killing it, burning its body to a crisp. Grog finally
hit an orc, sending it flying into a nearby tree. As Grog approached the orc, swung his maul
at the orc’s head, destroying its skull, creating a bloody patch on the tree. Zennquilis shot a
bolt of lightning from his spear, vaporizing an orc. The final orc was easily vanquished by
Ucraneus’ dagger throwing expertise.
“Grog smash orc head!” Grog exclaimed happily. The party sets off once again,
walking across fields and forest for a few hours until they decide to stop and rest for the
night. Grog goes to find water as Ucraneus sets up a shelter. Soon after, Zennquilis starts a
fire and then they eat. After resting for about seven hours they awaken and collect their
equipment.
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On their second day of travelling they walked through miles and miles of forest,
grassy fields, and farmland. As the sun sets beneath the skyline the party sets up camp. “Grog
expected more fight today,” says Grog. “Well I'm sure there will be more confrontation
eventually,” responds Ucraneus.
As the sun rises to begin the third day Zennquilis consults the map. “Looks like we’ll
have to cross the wastelands,” he says. This does not sit well with Grog, who’s already had to
traverse the area on the way to Zennquilis’ house. “Grog hate wastelands, they have mean
monsters,” says Grog. “Grog, I promise that we’ll get through this area quickly. If we hurry
we should get out by morning,” comforts Ucraneus. This seems to calm Grog down as he
says no more.

Soon the trio reach the wasteland outskirts. The wastelands were barren with jagged
and rocky hills and dead trees. There was not a single living thing in sight. Zennquilis enters
first with Ucraneus following close behind, Grog slowly shuffles forward after them. They
follow a path that's almost unmistakable from the surrounding ground but they are able to
stay on course thanks to the lampposts acting as markers. Suddenly Zennquilis stops in his
tracks. This causes Ucraneus to stop gracefully and Grog to trip and fall backwards. “What is
it?” asks Ucraneus. “I hear something,” whispers Zennquilis. There was a slight grunting
sound emitting from behind a boulder. Ucraneus slowly approached the boulder, crouching
down, dagger in hand. Carefully, he peers over the large rock. The scene which he observes
is not pretty. Six goblins are sitting around a bonfire, and three vivel are sleeping in the dead
trees in a corner of the camp. On the left side there lies a pile of human corpses, not one
being in one piece.
The group saw that there were still three living people tied up around a pole
surrounded by the bodies. Grog, seeing the imprisoned figures, let out a shout and charged
at the goblins and Vivel. The sleeping Vivel woke with a start and one even fell out of the
tree. Grog, already being close to the tree, ran the rest of the way over and smashed the
vivel’s head into the ground several times.
“GROG SMASH!”
The other vivels got very mad at Grog’s assault and took his yell as a challenge and
dived at him. Zennquilis realized that Grog would not survive this onslaught and zapped the
vivel with magic lightning. By this time the goblins had picked up their crude weapons and
began charging at the party. Three of them suddenly dropped dead with knives now lodged
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in their necks. Ucraneus emerged from behind a withered tree as he proceeded to throw
daggers at the enemy forces. Grog grabbed the head of one of the diving vivel and threw the
hideous creature to the ground. Using a foot to pin it down, he tore the wings of the
creature’s back. Now wingless, the vivel realized its impending fate. With a strong stomp,
its skull was no more.
Even though over half of the enemy units had been felled, they continued their battle
with the trio. Ucreaneus had run out of knives and he had to resort to using a branch as a
bludgeon and Zennquilis had long run out of strength to continue spellcasting. Grog
continued mauling the monsters, taking down the last creatures just as Zennquilis was
prepared to retreat. Exhausted, Grog sat himself down onto a boulder, soon to be joined by
Zennquilis. Ucraneus examined the figure tied to the pole, only to reach a morbid
conclusion. “They’ve been killed, it looks like something took their insides out through their
uh.. it's probably better if you don’t know.” Zennquilus threw up in response to hearing of
this gory fate. Grog, despite his tough appearance, began crying in response. “Grog too late,
me couldn’t save Will!” he said amidst his bawling. “Who’s Will?” asks Zennquilis, who had
now finished puking. “Will was me guide, he was taken by vivel while we travel to you
house.” Grog wiped his eyes and pointed weakly at the deceased figures. “And now he dead!”
The group continued to rest as the sun fell behind the distant, snow capped peaks.

Chapter 2
After the trio fell asleep in the camp now empty of monsters, nocturnal
abominations crawled the treacherous hills of rock, eying them curiously. Thankfully, none
tried to kill the heroes in the night.
As the sun rose and the moon fell, Zennquilis awakened to the smell of rotting flesh.
After taking a few seconds to realize where he was, the smell made sense. The second thing
he noticed was that both Grog and Ucraneus were not present. Frantically, Zennquilis
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searched the camp, looking for any trace of his companions. Thankfully Zennquilis found
them burying the corpses of the deceased travelers.
“Ah! The great sorcerer awakens!” exclaims Ucraneus.
“Did you make food?” asks Grog.
“Hello to you as well, master rouge! And sorry Grog, I didn’t make anything.”
“But… you magic man, make food appear.” Zennquilis grabbed a few rocks from a
ledge and set them on the ground, then he uttered an incantation, turning the stones into
apples. After successfully transforming rocks, he shot a bit of fire at them and cooked the
apples. Grog devoured all of them in a matter of seconds.
​ “Grog! Those were for all of us!” said Zennquilis angrily.
​ “Grog sorry, but I'm also very hungry,” responded Grog.
​ “Welp that's the last of the bodies,” says Ucraneus patting down the dry and dusty dirt
with his boot. “We should probably get going. If we hurry we could reach Dorian before
sundown,” he added. Soon, the party set off down the road, exiting the wastelands in less
than an hour. As they walked along the dirt roads, past farmland and forest, they noticed
that no one seemed worried. It was like no one knew about the Titan. As the light of the
sun dwindled behind the horizon, the trio walked up to tall stone walls around 75 meters in
height.
Zennquilis led the party across the wooden drawbridge onto a cobblestone road. The
city sported a stone keep toward the left of the city’s center and a tall stone hill topped with
an elaborate structure located further right of the party’s position. There were many
residential structures as well as taverns, inns, and varying shops. The trio wandered through
the streets and found themselves in an outdoor market filled with stalls varying from
peasant farmers selling wheat to rich merchants selling elaborate jewelry. Homeless dezines
sat upon tattered cloth begging for money as children ran around thieving from the
wealthier market-goers.
​ As night fell upon the city Grog suggested they find an inn. Ucraneus reminded Grog
that they had no money to pay for lodging but Grog surprised him by brandishing a small
pouch of coins. “Grog! Where did you get that money?!” asked Zennquilis.
“Grog scoop horse dump, Grog part of the economy!” responded Grog happily.
When the group entered the nearest inn, the first thing they noticed was that this
was on the more up-scale side of available lodging.
“Welcome to The Wyrm’s Den: the best inn in all of Dorian!” announced the innkeeper.
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“Oh, hello to you as well. How much for three adventures?” inquired Ucraneus.
“Will that be a large suite or three separate rooms?”
“What is the pricing?” asks Zennquilis.
“20 gold per single room and 68 gold for a large suite.”
“Grog have 69 gold, we take the sweet,” said Grog.
“No Grog! Take the three separate rooms, it's cheaper,” said Ucraneus.
“Grog have idea! Grog smash man if we no get sweet for… free!”
“GROG! DON’T THREATEN PEOPLE!” shouts Zennquilis.