The game begins

The DM cleared his throat: Alright, let’s get going then! Previously in our game the party narrowly escaped from the clutches of wood elf Baroness Ymyriel’s guards, after a routine audience to showcase of your abilities went horribly awry…

SORCERER, apologetically: How was I supposed to know a simple Gust cantrip would do that to her dress? It’s like the weakest spell I had!

BARD, whispering: Her dress was made from real leaves, how sturdy did you expect it to be?!

ROGUE, chortling: I thought it was pretty funny.

DM: In any case… after escaping from the wood elf domain the party managed to make it back to the great city of Hundruna, the cosmopolitan metropolis just beyond the borders of the great woodlands, whose spires rise high to challenge the tallest of trees. After a long journey you dragged yourselves into a tavern in the lower class district, ordered a round of drinks, and began to discuss your plans.

ROGUE, quickly dropping into character: ”Okay, so we’re skint, we got no prospects and no connections. How are we gonna make some money?“

BARD: ”Not to worry, I’m sure something will drop in our lap, it always has. In a big city like this people are looking to hire all the time! There’s gotta be a job around here that fits our skillset.”