Hey everyone, Aruo here. I’d like if everyone could post before we move on but feel free to mingle in character with each other before we go into the ruins, I’ll wait a few days before progressing but then we’ll slow down and about every week I’ll progress the story to some extent. If you or someone else feel like splitting off from the party for some fun then you can either do it in real time or if you feel like that will take to long do it in private and then post it when you’re done<img alt=":)" class="mceSmilieSprite mceSmilie1" src="styles/default/xenforo/clear.png" title="Smile    :)"/>either way I just want everyone to feel welcome and included, so please pick someone and just start a conversation for a few days.<br/>I'll add pictures when I get my laptop back but for now the Mediocre post will do.<br/>-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-0-<br/><br/><br/>The first night inside of the village had been filled with revelry, tankards of ale had been poured out of the casks. The few townsfolk who inhabit silver lake village had throw together quite a feast and farewell to the adventurers who would hopefully solidify their village in this inhabitable land.  A night of sex and drinking and Dancing, laughing and cheering, more than a few men or women got into a brawl which would almost always end in laughing cheering and more drinking. The night was rich with a bitter aftertaste as everyone knew that not every member of this haphazard band would return to their village. For only madness and death awaited those who would foolishly brave the silver lake forest.<br/><br/>One man sat away from it all, outside the tavern with a pipe between his lips, he welcomed all who chose to spend the night of revelment beside him but never indulged in anything, his false leg sat beside him on the floor and his old and blood rusted blade lay across his lap. His eyes trained on the treeline of the woods making sure not a single figure would be missed trying to penetrate the town.<br/><br/>Morning rose over the trees much to the dismay of the adventurers who had drank too much the night before, and the forest was just as unforgiving, as the party marched roots grabbed at the ankles of those were not careful and the heat even in the shade of the trees made sweat drip off those who were not used to it. The group was slow moving as the one who was leading them, a cripple with a fake leg, limped and struggled most of the way. Their leader who had only introduced himself and Igney (Ig-knee) never let his smile falter, his voice was not the best but he knew many hymns which he sang to pass the times, the day moved by quickly and without dangers.<br/><br/>Those with keen eyes however may have seen the scampering of small creatures in the underbrush. Evil and cruel if not less than harmless, goblins.<br/><br/>The clearing the group set up camp for was next to an old ruin, the entrance was sealed in stone and a whisper of magical energy warned the group not to tamper with the physical aspects of the door. The small clearing was void of trees and roots and made of mostly level ground however it was small and there were only two tents for the party to set up if they still wanted a camp fire. By now the party had a few moments to get to know one another and chat if only for a short time in between cursing at the foliage which seemed to want to foil them at every turn. With now to truly meet one another they sat around a small, dying campfire with the prospect of exploring this new ruin to look forward to in the morning.<br/><br/>Off in the distance there are chirps of insects and mews of wildlife which surrounds them. Delfuros or as he now goes by Igney starts to pour some dwarveish ale from his waterskin into his mouth and looks around at the party. “I don’t suppose anyone wants to take first watch do they?” he chuckles and throws another twig into the fire. “We should all get some rest, There’s an adventure ahead of us, who knows what could be in that ruin? Gold, ghosts, maybe a vault full of beautiful women.” He pauses “Or men, who knows? I’m not judging” Smiling around his mug the clean shaven man with long blond hair looks at the party, he’s dressed in robes with only the faintest hint of lightly leathered armor under it. He looks like he’s not expecting a fight, why would the mayor trust this guy to lead the adventure, the mere idea seems lost on most of the party.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>