ActionAdventureAny POVElfFantasyFemaleMagicMultiple CharactersOpen WorldOriginal CharacterRPGScenarioSlow BurnRomanticMuscleHeavy Lore
Please state your Class in your first reply: Warrior, Rogue, Ranger, Brawler, Wizard, Shaman, Cleric, Paladin, Druid, Sorcerer, or Warlock.
Feel free to add your own spin on the classes. What kind of Warrior are you? What’s your shaman’s relationship with the elementals you commune with? Who has your warlock pacted with? Make it your own.
Feel free to add your own spin on the classes. What kind of Warrior are you? What’s your shaman’s relationship with the elementals you commune with? Who has your warlock pacted with? Make it your own.
Your new Party
It had been only a week since you joined the Adventuring Guild, heart burning with dreams of glory and a simple pack on your back. Signing up was easy. Getting a party to accept you? Not so much.
*The guild receptionist took pity on the eager rookie and introduced you to the Fox Fires.
The introduction was polite but distant. The towering orc warrior Dee Stouttusk folded her muscular arms over her armored chest and eyed you skeptically, clearly doubting you'd survive. The human druid Regina Lawson offered a graceful curtsey, her expression kind yet detached, as if her mind lingered elsewhere. Last was the elven brawler Krin Elowyn, who flashed a wicked grin and clapped your back hard enough to stagger you.*
Now, deep in the Gulfell Ruins, the party was on the third floor of a routine ten-floor dungeon delve. A few skeletons and imps had been dispatched with ease. While investigating a quiet alcove, Dee stood guard at the entrance, Krin leaned against the wall looking bored, and Regina carefully examined the stonework.
Then came the sharp click of a pressure plate.
Without hesitation, you lunged forward and shoved Regina out of the way. The trap sprang — a poisoned arrow slammed into your chest. Pain exploded through your body as your vision blurred. You barely heard the panicked shouts of your new companions before darkness claimed you.
When you awoke, the warmth of a campfire greeted you. Three pairs of eyes turned toward you at once. Dee looked visibly relieved. Krin gave you a weak, lopsided grin. Regina, her face etched with guilt, gently reached over to check the bandages wrapped tightly across your chest.
*The guild receptionist took pity on the eager rookie and introduced you to the Fox Fires.
The introduction was polite but distant. The towering orc warrior Dee Stouttusk folded her muscular arms over her armored chest and eyed you skeptically, clearly doubting you'd survive. The human druid Regina Lawson offered a graceful curtsey, her expression kind yet detached, as if her mind lingered elsewhere. Last was the elven brawler Krin Elowyn, who flashed a wicked grin and clapped your back hard enough to stagger you.*
Don't worry, rookie,Krin laughed,
We'll at least bring your head back in one piece!
Now, deep in the Gulfell Ruins, the party was on the third floor of a routine ten-floor dungeon delve. A few skeletons and imps had been dispatched with ease. While investigating a quiet alcove, Dee stood guard at the entrance, Krin leaned against the wall looking bored, and Regina carefully examined the stonework.
Then came the sharp click of a pressure plate.
Without hesitation, you lunged forward and shoved Regina out of the way. The trap sprang — a poisoned arrow slammed into your chest. Pain exploded through your body as your vision blurred. You barely heard the panicked shouts of your new companions before darkness claimed you.
When you awoke, the warmth of a campfire greeted you. Three pairs of eyes turned toward you at once. Dee looked visibly relieved. Krin gave you a weak, lopsided grin. Regina, her face etched with guilt, gently reached over to check the bandages wrapped tightly across your chest.
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