Excelsior!
Jul 1, 2023 19:53:54 GMT
Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2023 19:53:54 GMT
A deep authoritative voice overlays as we view a room that looks as though it belongs to a young boy: posters plaster the wall, highlighting a love of superheroes, anime, and—clearly mostly of all—Dungeons & Dragons.
In a quiet town in suburban Indiana, an unlikely hero emerges.
At first glance, one may be quick to dismiss Sherman Dewey, but they know not his trials and tribulations. His conquests, his adventures… his tenacity and heart.
He has traveled hostile lands far and wide…
He has bested Giants…
He has outsmarted even the cleverest Kobolds…
He has resisted the Mind Flayers…
He has smited countless Liches…
He has even survived a battle with…
Through it all, his fighting spirit and his indomitable drive to become the greatest Paladin history has known have driven him to overcome all challenges and defeat all foes.
The shot continues to pan until we reach a desk where the man—er, boy—sits fastidiously taking notes into his Adventure Log. He has a slight figure and doesn't look to be particularly athletic. His skinny arms poking out of his Critical Role t-shirt don't exactly instill fear, but he has an odd aura to him regardless. To the left of his Adventure Log sits a handcrafted wooden sword with a sun and star emblem carefully etched into its hilt. To the right… a bagged lunch that his mother prepared for his journey (“Even the bravest Paladin needs to eat, Sherman”).
In the adventure log, he writes of his newest campaign: his upcoming trial to best Sergei Ivanov. He takes notes on his opponents’ ties to dark forces and the occult, as well as highlighting his very real concern that he may in fact be a poorly disguised Half-Orc (the smell is undeniable). He would need to account for this possibility in his preparations. It would not be the first nor the last time that the Paladin of Plainville would encounter a larger foe with ties to evil forces.
And while the odds were certainly stacked against him--as they usually were--Sherman knew that he would enter this fight as he had all the others: chest out, chin up, and ready to take on the world!
He stands abruptly from the desk and swipes his sword before raising it high into the air and with all the bravado his pitched and nasally just-out-of-puberty voice can muster:
In a quiet town in suburban Indiana, an unlikely hero emerges.
At first glance, one may be quick to dismiss Sherman Dewey, but they know not his trials and tribulations. His conquests, his adventures… his tenacity and heart.
He has traveled hostile lands far and wide…
He has bested Giants…
He has outsmarted even the cleverest Kobolds…
He has resisted the Mind Flayers…
He has smited countless Liches…
He has even survived a battle with…
A KRAKEN!
The shot continues to pan until we reach a desk where the man—er, boy—sits fastidiously taking notes into his Adventure Log. He has a slight figure and doesn't look to be particularly athletic. His skinny arms poking out of his Critical Role t-shirt don't exactly instill fear, but he has an odd aura to him regardless. To the left of his Adventure Log sits a handcrafted wooden sword with a sun and star emblem carefully etched into its hilt. To the right… a bagged lunch that his mother prepared for his journey (“Even the bravest Paladin needs to eat, Sherman”).
In the adventure log, he writes of his newest campaign: his upcoming trial to best Sergei Ivanov. He takes notes on his opponents’ ties to dark forces and the occult, as well as highlighting his very real concern that he may in fact be a poorly disguised Half-Orc (the smell is undeniable). He would need to account for this possibility in his preparations. It would not be the first nor the last time that the Paladin of Plainville would encounter a larger foe with ties to evil forces.
And while the odds were certainly stacked against him--as they usually were--Sherman knew that he would enter this fight as he had all the others: chest out, chin up, and ready to take on the world!
He stands abruptly from the desk and swipes his sword before raising it high into the air and with all the bravado his pitched and nasally just-out-of-puberty voice can muster:
EXCELSIOR!
He charges out of the room, sword and Adventure Log leading the way and we pause on a long shot of the desk. After several seconds, Sherman's hand comes hastily back into view to retrieve his bagged lunch.