BACKGROUND
The town ofKiris Dahn, built by human hands, stood
strong against invaders for decades after the fall ofthe
empire ofNerath. It had magical stones-created by
tiefling artisans-that cOidd kHi anyone who attacked
the town. The number ofstones dwindled until all were
spent.
Eight years ago, the citizens ofKiris Dahn abandoned the town when faced with invading goblin hordes. The town had endured a long decline under the rule ofthe Kiris family, and the citizens scattered rather than follow their ruler, Kiris Alkirk. Along with his advisor and seer Treona, Alkirk found a place to live in obscurity.
The goblins overran the town and renamed it Gorizbadd. The town quickly fell into ruin, since goblins were far more interested in vandalism than in proper maintenance. A faction ofkobo Ids took over the slums, since the goblins live mostly in what were once residences for the wealthier people ofKiris Dahn.

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At the beginning ofthe adventure, the characters brave
a storm as they travel through the night along an old
road surrounded by dangerous woods. Let the play·
ers decide whether their characters already know one
another or if they're just now meeting at a crossroads.
Paraphrase the following text, adjusting to fit whether
the characters are traveling together or just meeting.
Read:
A cold wind whips sleet atyou and tears atyour cloaks. Th e moon is sllrouded l1ehind a 8ray haze, and you hear wolves l1ayina in the dark woods all around. A8ainst the dusky sky, you can just make out the shadow ofa low tower. A lantern
burns in one ofits windows and be8ins to sway, beckonin8 YOll
toward the safety ofshelter.

The wolf coif covering this hairy man's head presents a sad, soggy sight in the cold rain.  Small icicles are forming on the fangs hanging down from it with a new one forming on the underside of the ring hanging from his nose.  A pair of massive bastard swords hang from his belt, and judging from the grip he keeps on them and his ready eyes, he looks ready for an ambush any second now.

"And then I met a bunch of strangers on the road in the rain.  One of them a dragonborn in heavy armor.  Adventurers perhaps?  Or bandits.  If the latter, they'd be wise to pass this one by.  Not only was I completely penniless, but I was aching for some combat to warm my freezing veins."

  It was an odd thing.  Clifford had spent years as a lumberjack, having grown up (geographically) closer to nature than most cities, and had little trouble with natural wildlife in that time.  Yet after becoming a Cleric of Tempus, a close second to the Undead attempting to devour his flesh was wild animals.

  The redheaded longtooth turned to Toothix, and commented "I don't think our upcoming problems will care if we told them you drink the blood of your foes because it's cheaper than ale."

The young hooded bard pulls out his lute and plays a simple melody he had picked up from his elven friends from along the way on his many countless adventures, a simple song of rejoice of the rain. As the sheets of rain fly into this cunning adventurous bard a smile of delight forms onto his weather beaten face. He plays merrily as he skips through the puddles. A faint touch of insecurity finally reaches him , he can hear distant howls deep within the wooded area that surrounds him. He continues to play his song and looks down the path. He can faintly see shadows of other individuals but he is unsure if the are friend or foes. He begins to to play softer hand on his longsword that is sheathed to his side. He cautiously moves closer not knowing the outcome of this situation he would be ready for anything that could happen.

He lets the last notes of his song slip from the lute and puts it into his bag, grabbing his shield that his strapped to his back he arms himself prepared to hack and slash if need be.


[Enter Dante the human bard]

Sora finds the self-narration to be odd, and is forced to listen. She would have listened anyway, but still. The dragonborn nods and says, "If you are here for the same reasons I am, chances are you will see combat soon enough, brave one."

Typical of her race, Sora has a sturdy posture and a powerful demeanor. She gives off the confidence of a dragon and seems completely unafraid of those around her, even to where she doesn't even have her blade unsheathed. SHING! ...scratch that, she unsheathes her weapon. "I have no intention of starting any fights, but I will end whatever fight tries to come my way. That said, if your veins need warming as much as mine, I will be happy to give you a friendly spar." She gives Toothix and Clifford a smile and a salute; putting her fist to her chest, the blade of her khopesh pointing downward. "Sora is my name. I am here to deal with the invaders of Kiris Dahn. Who are you all and what is your purpose?"

She hasn't noticed the bard just yet as he was intentionally being quiet when he entered the scene.

As the characters notice the light from the tower, a pack
ofdesperately hungry wolves stalks out of the woods to
attack them. Read:

The lantern swin8in8 in the window ahead reflecls off several
sets of eyes in the forest around you. You hear low 8rowlina as
wolves emer8efrom between the 8ray tree trunks. Most of the
wolves look half-starved, and they char8e toward you.

Toothix head-tilted at the strange music then grunts and nods in agreement with Cliff as he draws his weapons and warily eyes the approaching wolves.

"Toothix.  Perhaps another time, Sora.  For now, I will focus on doing unto these beasts worse than they do unto me."

  "Some days I start to think that the living is worse than the undead.  But that is entirely untrue"  After all, as bad as any wildlife is, there is always inevitably an undead version of it somewhere.

  In the meantime, Clifford approaches the closest wolf through the mud intent on making it just plain dead.  His oversized axe strikes with less lethal force than it's name would imply, but still sends the wolf flopping to it's side.

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Move: duh.
Standard: Fell Strike (as Charge) Vs Ravenous Wolf 2, hits (20 AC).  9 DMG, knocks prone.
Ravenous Wolf 2 HP: 25-9= 16/25

clifford HP: 23/23

One of the wolves crosses the river and rushes toward Sora!

Dante notices the strangers prepare for battle and see wolves dart out of the woods to attack them. His sword and shield ready he does a little meditation preparation for the on going battle. And takes his place behind the group. He watches as this wild man shifter crushes one of the wolfs to the ground knocking prone. A smile of delight forms onto his face and he moves closer to the combat. He preps himself and pulls out his lute and plays a song of mockery stopping every so often to cuss the beasts out. The wild beasts did not take to kindly to his mockery song and it goes through one of its ears and out the other.

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Move: Tramping through the mud
Standard: Vicious Mockery vs Ravenous Wolf 2, Misses 11 vs 14(Will)
Dantes HP: 33/33


[OOC] Dre cries a lil that his first roll sucked ass and was a garbage roll
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A gray wolf charges Toothix from the north, but the ranger dodges the attack!  Clifford's opponent stands back up and snaps back but is unable to get past the warpriest's defenses.  Then a gray wolf attacks Sora, biting into her leg!

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Sora HP: 33-9=24

"Jaws of the wolf!" Toothix shouts as he stabs downward on his opponent with his twin blades!  The wolf evades one, but the other cuts deep!

"Not good enough!"

Toothix lifts the wolf over his head using the sword in the wolf's flank then slices it in half with his off hand weapon!  He then turns to approach the others, the rain quickly washing away the blood he just bathed in.

"Feeling warmer already!"

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Gray Wolf 1 HP: 38-29=9

ACTION POINT!  Marauders rush!

Gray Wolf 1 HP: 9-14=dead!
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