Hello All, Welcome to the Campaign

We start up next weekend. So hurry up and get your race/class preferences, who your gonna give your character to, and such. Saturday November 22. I'm pretty exited to find out how well this works.

Years of training has led you all to become great at what you do. Under the watching eyes of your guilds you have soared above the rest of your guild mates. Now, you have graduated on to the title "Apprentice of the World"

A small party has been assembled and you are given the challenge to survive the dungeon. You now have two days to prepare yourselves. Good Luck.

You start by meeting at the Inn of Merriment. You are surrounded by a dull chatter and you are dressed in average everyday cloths.

A hacking cough is let out by a stout dwarf. The violent jerk he makes nearly spills his ale..

I misterious cloak shroweded elf sits in the corner alone observing the clientel sipping on non-alcoholic spirits...

A dark figure watches in the shadows quietly

(yes!, we are getting going.. good job guys)

I, a holy looking character is sitting at a table talking to other religious people.

Hector wrote:I, a holy looking character is sitting at a table talking to other religious people.

(How holy thou art!)

The dwarf hops out of his seat for a quick moment to fetch himself another ale. Casually glancing at the elf, the holy man, and the giant of a man.

(John your character is HUGE... hes not hard to miss just so you know)

(ok ok.. if you dont like your character names just change it before we say them.. i guess i dont care.. remember people.. click POST REPLY.. not POST NEW)

my lonely self sits and observes the other people in the room keeping my face hidden not trussting anyone

I cringe a the dwarf looks in my direction. Filthy creatures... I've yet to decide how i'll feel about this one... I suppose i'll leave it up to his actions to decide.

(rolling as to see if I'm drunk or not yet.. Thank god I have a high fort save)

The member 'CoDMSky' has done the following action : Dices roll

'1d20' :

Result : 12 (20! The dwarf isn't drunk!)

I, glance around and look for a reserved table

i see a creepy shadow figure in the cornor guess i better some gesture he just keeps staring "hey "

"what are you staring at my good sir?" Looking at the dwarf.

Walks over to the table and becomes very alert

( we're going a little faster)
(Katrina where are you.. call me if your having troubles)

(you know the guy in the corner too creepy but this holy guy is kind of cheesy but funny as hell)

FROM SKYLERIf you are going to talk out of character please use ( ) on your statements. Thank You

*walks towards the table the big man sat at*

"how goes it my good sir?"

The dwarf stretches his long arms out and stands upon his tip toes to reach the ale, alas he does. Grasping it with both hands he looks toward the elf, cracks his neck and sits down. Be begins to rummage through his backpack for the papers that the Guild of the Nomadic Beasts gave him before they sent him off. He hears the holy man then looks toward him, "harumph!"s and then returns to his papers.

(as there are two shadowy figures in the room, pls be more specific who you are saying ''hey'' to )

stares at the holy man and looks back at the table

a young kalashtar walks in through the darkened doorway and sits at the bar, removing his hood.
he sighs, relaxing from a hard days work.

" sorry if im bothering you, i just noticed alittle religiousness in you" i say to the big man