[torrid mind]

alright lets begin,

You are sitting in the crowded pub waiting for your drink, the room is brightly lit and the fire is blazing in the corner. You can hear the shouts and laughter of the amour-clad people around you. Though they look slightly weary.

A noble man enters the pub, he is dressed in the height of fashion. The room quiets a bit, he looks around. A short, bizarre looking woman stumbles in after him, regains her balance and stands silently behind him.
He slowly walks to the middle of the room and says loudly,

“For all in search of adventure and fortune rise and follow me, though I must warn the task will not be an easy one..”
Many of the others in the pub look around at each other, they seem a little uneasy but just quietly go back to their drinking.
he walks out the door, the woman fallows
(now I assume you all will fallow him, so to speed things up i will just keep going)
Almost immediately a tall man with long black hair and a black beard stands and walks out the door,
After another quite tall man with long brown hair picks up his things and fallows
One other tall man with dragons feet and hands walks out the door into the cold crisp night air.
The moon is nearly full and the city seems almost silent. The noble man stands in front of you draped in moonlight. You all stand for a few minutes feeling a little awkward.

“Well I suppose you all are it, I didn’t expect much response anyway, oh well, lets go over hear shall we?”
He leads you to the side of a nearby stable.
“My name, is Granan Droverson. But, you don’t need to know about me, all you need know is I am a very rich man. No need to beat around the bush, I want to pay you to retrieve my child, you see his mother, my ex-wife (damn that bitch) has taken him from me. Last I heard of her she was up in the northern mountains. Her name, Magerris Forgedawn. My sons name is Mareak
Watch your back with that treacherous snake she can be nothing but trouble.
I am willing to pay good money to get my son back.”
::he shakes a large bag of money at his side::
“ Please, my son is but 2 years of age, I do not want him growing up with that vile woman! I wish I could tell you more but, well I’m sorry I just cant.”

You hear the crunch of leaves under someone’s slow moving feet.
The noble man whispers
“I’m sorry but I must go, she will help.”
::He motions towards the woman behind him::

He disperses before your eyes.
You hear someone running off

“No need to go after them, they will be gone by now. I’m violence! I’m kinda like, I duno his body guard, you know how old guys can be! But hey, its freezing out here lets go in shall we? I really could use a beer right about now and you guys can ask me some questions if you like!”
you re-enter the pub and violence immediately orders a pint of ale.


(let the game begin muahahahaha)