Greatness can be found in the smallest and least likely of places. Unknown to the world, and to each other. Seven strangers gathered in an empty roadside tavern. Gathered together by the chance of rain and storm. Warriors seeking glory, criminals seeking coin, the broken looking to runaway. These seven will shape the future of the world and unlock potential none of them realized they had.
The tavern itself is empty, lit warmly by torchlight. An older half elven man is standing behind the bar washing dirty flagons, and a human woman busily rushes from table to table trying to serve the seven of you. There are several tables scattered around the room, and a few more quiet booths. So guys, introduction time. Who are you?
"Why is Gary wearing a cloak?" Ava asks, eyeballing Garys dungeon master get up.
"to set the mood" gary responds
"it looks stupid" Mick adds
"Be nice Mick." Sarah says
Mick grunts
"alright, this is the perfect time to introduce your characters. Lets go in a circle, starting from my right. John, tell us about your character and what your currently doing."
"I will be playing as Cineris, a Dark elf Eldritch Kinght. Im sitting in one of the quiet booths hidden towards the back. Im sipping my ale while eyes all of you suspiciously."
"alright." Gary places a little figurine of a man with swords in the corner of the map, over a little icon indicating a booth. "sarah?"
"I am Reyna Windwalker, the human rogue. Im gonna be at the bar drinking whiskey checking out the pretty dwarven lady." She subtly winks at Ava, who promptly blushes a little.
"alright." Gary places a figurine of a badass lady with knives at the bar
"I am Terrance Sparklegem, wizard of the grand college and master engineer of the gnomish deep" Ray says in the most ridiculous high pitched voice. Making him sound almost like Golem from lord of the rings.
"Are you going to be doing that the whole game, mate?" john asks
"yeah, you need a distinct character voice so that the DM knows when your speaking as you and when you're the character…also Im a gnome." He says the last bit with such glee, and his puppy dog smile.
John and Mick die a little inside
"and what are you doing?" gary asks
"Im sitting with my bestie." He fist bumps nate sitting next to him "where should we be sitting?"
"you can pick, man."
"uh okay…here." Ray points to a table right behind sarah.
Gary moves two figurines to the table. One of a small figure with a long beard and a pointy hat and the other a man in a flamboyantly robes
"I" nate begins "Am Vyx Creed. Half elf and the party bard from the college of Lore. Hes a tall and lanky guy, with a pretty face and a prettier voice. Wearing some fancy clothes and hes got ashort hair that's been combed all nice and neatly" He does a little flourish of the hand and little bow.
Mick grunts disapprovingly
"Im Rick." Mick says. "I am a red skinned tiefling, which look kinda like a demon. I am also a warlock. Rick is a big guy. Black hair and a buzz cut. Im at the bar."
"alright" gary moves the tiefling piece to the bar, next to Sarahs assassin Reyna.
"I am also a tiefling. Korra Whisperwoods" Says Zari "Ive got blueish purple skin, with silver freckles and ram horns. My black hair is tied back into a loose bun, with a few stray hairs falling out. Im a druid. Shes gonna be sitting at another booth, opposite CIneris, and equally eyeballing all of you. Not in a suspicious way, just curious."
Gary moves her figurine, a lady in green robes to the booth in the other corner
"I'm Klarion Stone, a dawrven fighter. She wears heavy armor and has meesy brown har that she ties up for battle. Because its impractical to go into combat with long hair. Shes got some chainmail armor over a dark tunic, and a battle axe set down at her side. She is at one of the tables in the center…um that one" ava points randomly at a table.
Gary puts the last figurine at the table ava points out. "alright and with the scene set, what do you do?"
A human woman rushes into the bar, soaking wet from the rain and storm. "Please help!. You must help me!" she calls.
The serving girl runs to help the woman "Grelka, what wrong?"
"Its Nightstone, my dear girl. Its under attack. Goblins, they're everywhere. Please send help!" the woman collapses to the ground crying.
"Where is Nightstone?" asks Klarion the Dwarven warrior. She hops up to speak to the woman.
All the other tavern patrons turn their attention to the woman
"20 minute hike north along the road. Please if you can do something…"
"Its alright Ma'am, I will do everything within my power to help."
The gnome and half elf turn to each other then back to the woman in distress "we'll come with you." Pipes up the half elf.
"Sounds like fun, Im in." says the human woman at the bar, burshing her short red hair behind her hears, and pulling up her hood.
"is there money in it?" grunts the large tiefling
"Im sure theres gonna be some, big guy."
"im in" he chugs all the mead left in his large cup
"why the hell not. This seems to be where the action is heading." Says the young tiefling woman getting out of her bar.
"I don't know you lot, but this feels like the direction the plot is going. So, I'll be following you blokes." Says the man hooded man in armor standing up from his booth. "lets get a move on."
The seven strangers headed out. A matter of hours ago they had entered, strangers to each other and themselves. But as they left, they were unaware that they would become legends