Well, the Citidael of Arkanaeis wasn't so bad, but alas it crumbled. But i'm starting a new one, hopefully one that will get done quickly cuz its short. Here's the setting

It is a small village located in a cold mountainous region, where hungry and vicous wolves thrive. It is a welcoming site to see after traveling through the woods and endless stretches of mountains (if you saw Bravehart, this is kind of the terrain). The sound of sheep and goats are so welcoming, and the smell of cooking cauldrons and hearing the lush river speed by is more than enough to whet your appetite for a great meal. As you enter the town, you see small houses made of stone and hay roofs, but the community seems friendly. Located in the heart of the town, you see a thief and two impressive looking guards.
"Welcome my friends, to the town of Wartford Village. Say, you look like a traveling fighter/mage of sorts, so could you help me out. You see, I, SecretMaster the thief, have been asked to help this town from raiders. I've been tracking em, but haven't found their camp yet. I'd be glad for your assisstence, mainly because there aren't enough of me or you to stop these assassins. Their thugs, and highly trained assassins to fight in the most strategic ambush postions, slaughtering everyone they attack. THis village has already lost 10 people, and I'm getting worried, what say you?"

OOC: was your post meant to be for other people to answer?

IC: "Id be worried too if you were hired to protect me. Heh, just joking my friend. Yes i can see why you are worried and i would be more then happy to help."

Yes, i directed it towards all of you DnD'ers. "Glad to have you on board Dragorion!"

ic : if you dont mind ill help out [img]smile.gif[/img]

Just tell me wen we leave

ill go and and sit under that three

Shadowhound walks over to everyone, "youd o know that with a group like you three you will be lucky to kill a rabbit. What you need is someone with skill someone like... ME." Shadowhound does his most heroic pose which kind of looks like a disco move.

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Chuckling under his breath, Therro walks up to the group of conversing heroes, smiling at the antics of Shadowhound

With the grin still on his face, he begins : "Aye, tis a grand day, for today, I am with you!"

OOC : Dwarven F/C

"That is, if you'll have me! I can be fightin' with the best of em, and slinging some healin magics for when ya stub your toes too!"

Glad to have a fine lot like you guys. Now I've been doing some scouting, and it appears that they are hiding in the woods somewhere, so we leave in two days." Were still recruiting.

Dagorion shrugs his shoulders and walks off to find the nearest inn in hope of finding some good food and a good woman.

"By Clangeddin's Beard!" muttered Therro

"There has to be a temple around here somewhere .. Skinny man! Secretmaster! Is there a temple anywhere in this gods-forsaken village?"

As you begin to answer Therro's inquiry, you can only hope that this is NOT one of his good days

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"Yes, there is a temple my friend. You remind me of StoneRock, a dwarven priest of Clangeddin. Anyway, the temple is that big stone building right by the garrison. Its the one with the mural of Tempus reaching out to Jared of what he must do. And I advise not to upset these people about religion, for these people are strong Tempurans.

"Insult them? Why, they'd best be wary of insulting me! Ha, this sturdy hammer has cleanly burst through many a foe!"

Whistling an old dwarven mining song under his breath, Therro sets off towards the Temple of Tempus

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I am Hevvien of the Drow, but I am not here to make trouble. I came with Shadowhound to keep him under control.

Walks over to him in the middle of a field doing disco, grabs him by the scruff of the neck and drags him off to the inn to find Dagorion and an excuse to make a fool of Shadowhound.
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Well this looks like a friendly lot. A grumpy dwarf, a drow, a disco thief, and Dragorion with his temper. Just kiddin. Now gotta get back to work, while you Shadowhound work on your disco, its horrible.

Grumbling under his breath, Therro storms over to Secretmaster and practically shouts :

<marquee>"Well ... LETS GET THIS PARTY STARTED!" </marquee>

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