Quest Log - Chapter 1

"You awake from a deep, bottomless slumber. Your heads feel like they are about to split in two, your stomachs roil, and your mouths are dry. Around you, you can hear the sounds of shouting crowds, drunken revelry, and the clash of steel - none of which do anything to alleviate your discomfort. You each lurch to your feet, looking around and through bleary eyes you see figures about you doing the same. You hardly recognise them for a moment - then your memories start to come flooding back as your feet kick into wooden tankards and pewter decanters about your feet, and you see above you the bright house banners of a tournament, flying high against a blue sky from a spectator’s scaffold, and smell the mouth-watering scents of boar and sweet fruits roasting over smoky applewood fires. You remember now that you are two days into a tournament, and can only assume from the evident celebrations of the night before that you are doing stunningly well. You look about you, and now you recognise through the haze of your crippling hangovers the familiar faces of your fine companions-in-arms."