Hello fellow DnD fanatics, time for a new storys of PC chaos and misbehaving!
Let´s introduce first the setting, if you like to skip that part just look at the ---, alright here we go:
DnD 3.5, all additional sourcebooks allowed, but just with the standart races.
The story will take place in the realm of Drearch, a land once home to kings who walked the earth as gods, ruling empires so vast that even the horizons could not border them in their entirety. But for reasons unknown, and with almost no time, these great kingdoms fell. The great citadels and palaces became crypts, the cities of splendor twisted and now ruled by terrible beasts.
Not all was lost though, those farther away from theses hubs were not killed, though without the guidamce of the cities, they fell back into territorial provinces viaing for power and resources. You belong to Lailden, one of the more minor Citystates. Each city state takes great lengths to explore the lost metropolises for magical knowledge, technology, ajd clues at the secrets behind the ancient wonders. Though only the best cam survive the horrors of these dead cities, and the rivals from other citystates sent to beat them. You've been chosen into the training to become a Ruin Delver. Those trusted to enter and escape the dreaded mazes of stone and death.
Let´s get quick over our group of schmu- i mean adve- uhh i mean Ruin Delvers! ( If you wanna skip just look out for the --- again )
Goretok: Half-Orc Fighter, previously befor getting the job as Ruin Delver being a pit fighter. During his long and enduring years in the arenas to amuse people and earn money and countless barfights he had gotten the one or other smack to much to the head, leaving him slightly clouded over to nobodys suprice.
Alberic: The Halfing Thie- i mean Rogue, one of the maybe most skillfull beings in losening up your money bag. Through his dangerous life choice it might not come as supricing that he is often raither scared and on edge at almost any opportunity that might involve possible death.
Bob: The human cleric of this band of misfists, no idea how he got even into the selection process. Having served severall years in his temple and considering the wisdom of life he had given him the ability to seemingless often ghost off out of this world.
Fawkes: The human Ranger without limits and at times maybe the only voice of reason existing in this group.
Lepra: Myself, the human wizard, slightly fazed as life so far hasn´t been going well considering that a year after being kicked out of the 2nd wizard academy, that now the only choice seems to do a job in which most end up as another copse on the pile. Where one just wanted to study the Necromantic arts it´s now a life of adventuring, the joy!
Our story begins as most storys seem to start.
Our heros in a situation which they have not even an idea how they got into the first place. Bound and gagged in a pearl white room with the only person beside them being an extremly old elf wizard whoes beard reached already the floor. That´s right kids, he was even in elven years so unthinkeble stone old that he actually looked old.
After severall minuts of inaudible screeching and questioning what the heck was going on the elven wizard was finally able to clear the mess up:
They had been chosen to be the next Ruin Delvers as they had run out of people to throw at their problems.
While Goretok was quit excited at this promotion from pitfighter to possible hero who gets to smack harder heads in then drunken idiots, Fawkes and Bob took it relativly relaxed, while the Alberic and Lepra asked some deity if possible gentle death might not be a better option.
After getting told their option between Glory and DISHUNER! it was decided that anyone would join into this mess, just for the bounds on them to fall apart and their equipment given back to them. After a small instruction they knew what their mission was: A place has started to corrupt fouly, mutating life in it´s wake and growing worser as time went by. In regular cases they would have to walk, but nobody got time for that! So the wizard told them to stick to his green large staff! After severall innuendos over the very senile elfe finally anyone had grabed his staff, just to fly off in an tornado, far off to do their duty.
Once anyone had landed, (with the poor wizards stomach calling back his breakfest) did they heard wolves howling behind them, opposite to the direction they needed to go.
Meanwhile far back in the white room did the senile old elve wizard ask himself one question: Did he enchanted the staff accidently to summon wolves? Who cares they gonna be fine!