Meeting the group

“Thank Mechus someone is here to mediate this argument. Can you help me settle this? They’ve been at it all day and neither will listen to a word I say.” The gnomish girl looks at you pleadingly, it’s clear it’s been a long day for her.

“Well, I think waiting for morning is asking for trouble.” The roguish figure says calmly. “Think about it Krest, that orc scouting party was seen three days ago. If we wait any longer, they might just return with more forces. The quest pays per head so we don’t need to kill all of them, but we should at least thin their numbers tonight.” The lancer slams the table at the sound of this suggestion and retorts.

“Hah! That sounds like the kind of suggestion a bronze class adventurer would make” he says mockingly. “What honor is there in killing them in their sleep? We wait until morning and face them head on like true heroes!”

“Glory and honor type shit is what gets you killed out here, you want it done right or would you prefer a mace smash that cute little face of yours.”

“Implying those savages could even get close. Unlike you Baxter I don’t need to dirty myself fighting those bastards on their level. I say we strike loud and make a show if it, really put the fear in them. Besides we are still looking for a fourth party member. We’ll no doubt find an eager bronze class tomorrow that we can use as shield fodder if need be.”

“What about her?” the rogue says pointing to you with an unsheathed dagger. He leans forward in his chair still pointing his blade in your direction. “My good Dwarven friend, are you looking for the experience of a life time? For blood, honor, glory and so forth? We’re the group for you” he says through an audible smirk.

“Aye I was looking for a contract, waddya’ need from me?” you ask still not completely sure of the job. The gnomish girl speaks up at last as she stands on her chair to be level with the other two.

“AHEM, well as you might have heard, we’ve been hired to clean up a local orc horde that lives in the forest south of town. A scouting party was seen a while ago and it has put town officials on edge. Ourselves and a few other parties have been tasked to thin out their numbers before they can mount an offensive. Problem is, we don’t have anyone here who can take real hits.”

“HEY!” The lancer objects. The rogue nods in agreement with the cleric.

“Shhh, still talking here Krest! Anyways we were looking for a fighter or crusader adventurer to join our team to increase our longevity. Judging by that shield and weapon, I take it you’re a fighter?”

“Aye I am, always have been too. Never heard o’ the crusader class though, what’s that?”

“Oh, a crusader? It’s basically a when a fighter upgrades to silver and knows a little bit of cleric magic. I could teach you the good word of Mechus if your interested” she says proudly.

“Interestin’ I’ll think on it. As for the job, me coin purse is just a wee light at the moment, I’ll join ye if you’ll av’ me.” At this the rogue’s eyes light up as he speaks.

“Great then your on-board dwarf. We leave in 20. No more excuses now Krest.” Krest looks disappointed but accepts the verdict. “Ah and where are my manners” the rogue says. “I’m Baxter but you can just call me Bax’. That big lump of metal over there is Krest, he’s good in a fight but a little bit dense.”

“Would it hurt to not be an ass for five minutes?” Krest remarks crossing his arms.

“Relax, it was a compliment. Oh, and the cute little lass standing on the chair is named Petra. She’s our healer… and a newbie” he says smiling under his mask.

“I’m a cleric of Mechus which takes nearly 20 years of dedication. Don’t you dare call me cute!” Petra clutches her staff furiously. Baxter seems to really have a way with words if he can upset his group this fast.

“And you are?” Baxter gestures towards you.