You all meet in a tavern ...

Here we all are, in a not too big town, not too small town, all meeting in a tavern that's not too trashy, and not too snooty. You can find everyone here, from the well to do going out without looking like they're slumming, to the down and out that have bathed recently. Humans, elves, dwarves, what-have-you, so long as people don't go rubbing people the wrong way and pay their bar tabs, people generally just go about their business.

That's where all our players in this story met. There's the masterless sorcerer, Glimring, barely old enough to be a man, even by human standards, but eager to prove himself. Hamril, the dwarf fighter, burly, beardy and downing ale flagons at a rate only dwarves can. Sanlissa, elven noble, presumably the person paying for the venture, whatever it may be. Marcus, Bearer of the Blade of Eikan, religious warrior for good.

Mix those four in with a tavern full of commoners, wenches, and competition, and there's sure to be something to happen.