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Greetings adventures, my name is Lawrence my pro nouns are he/him and I will be your DM for this session. for the map right now I have a link to area 1. i wasnt able to insert an image lol.

As you open your eyes, you find yourself in an eery cavern. The
interior is dimly lit by the sunlight shining through the hole in
the ceiling.
You feel sharp pain in your head as memory of recent events
snapped back into your mind. You were hired by Roland Tress,
sheriff of Meadheaven, to investigate the mysterious
disappearance of travellers who were last seen in the vicinity
of Hollow Rock hills.
As you investigated the area, the ground beneath you
crumbled, throwing you underground, and upon hitting the
rocky floor, you blacked out for unknown amount of time.
Now that you've regained consciousness, you find yourself
in a manmade cavern with an upturned wagon to your side and
beyond it stood a heavy wooden door.

at this point i would like each player to say there name, race, class, describe there appearance, and how you ended up in Meadheaven to accept the job. I encourage role playing as well.

Draco, Gold Dragonborn, Barbarian, 7' tall with straps of leather across his chest and a GreatAxe across his back with handaxes by his sides. He had just come into town looking for work and saw the posting on the disappearances. He was tracking when he found himself down here. He looks about at the others wary but not aggressive. 

Name: Zane
Race: Human
Class: Fighter

Description: Clad in well-worn leather armor and a somewhat tattered grey cloak, Zane is slightly above average height for a human male and carries himself like one accustomed to physical labor.  He favors a longsword with a dragonshead hilt and battered shield, yet is a decent shot with the longbow he carries as well.  Upon first impression he seems a bit intense, stern green eyes glaring from behind a shoulder-length mane of unkempt jet black hair, but is quick to warm up to his new found friends and enjoy a good laugh. His face and hands are deeply tanned, with a scruff of a black beard starting to grow in, suprisingly tinged with patches of grey for one who is obviously quite young.

Zane groans as he rubs the back of his neck and struggles to a crouch on one knee. Taking a quick look around the cavern for any signs of danger, the past few days events slowly start to come back to him… he wondered if it had been a good idea to take this job.  

Perhaps he never should have stayed in Meadheaven after helping his mother and Uncle Walt move… perhaps he should have sought another farm job or chopping wood somewhere as he had originally planned.  As he methodically checks his weapons and gear to make sure nothing is missing, he goes over in his mind for the thousandth time the ill fated day Leo had been taken down by the dire wolves.  After so many years of the three of them protecting the halflings, everything changed so fast… Leo dead.  Uncle Walt, who wasn’t truly his uncle by blood, marrying his mother and the two of them deciding to sell the farm.  The halflings deciding to move their village into the foothillls based on their witch’s dream… all of it in a few short months leading to this hellhole.  

Name: Desmond Entreri

Race: Human

Class: Rogue

Appearance: A human male around 30 years old, he has short cropped black hair and some scruff. He’s around six feet tall with a lean build, over his leather armor he wears a dark cloak with a hood.

Desmond had to leave the last city quickly, a job he was doing had attracted too much attention from the local authorities. They had not discovered his identity but due to his quick escape he was not able to complete the job and so was quickly running out of money. When at a tavern in Meadhaven he overheard talk of a job the Sheriff was offering. Gold and good reputation with the local sheriff? Well he needed the money and perhaps getting in good with the sheriff would mean it could be easier to do some local jobs if he appeared to be a good outstanding citizen. And so he accepted the job, but had a hard time accepting his current situation. As he stood up he kept an eye on his surroundings and those with him, perhaps one of them was involved in the recent disappearances and were looking to add more to their list…

Name: Alistair Marneak

Race: Half-elf

Class: Wizard

Appearance: Alistair is a young half-elf, offspring of a noble human man and an elf woman. He has a soft, smooth face with light tan, well-set greyish white hair he wears in a stylish way that popular among young nobles. He has piercing brown eyes that seem to see beyond the physical world, but lately looks more like the eyes of a haunted person. He wears his apprentice wizard robe, with golden etching on it with a dagger on his side.

Alistair suddenly wakes up from a nightmare, cold sweat running down his spine. He dreamed that the evil spirits, which are haunting him since that book, get him up in the air and crashed him through the soil into a deep and dark mining pit. After shaking off his initial confusion, he starts to put the things together. He came to Meadheaven because his master suggested that he should start his search here for clues to find the physical remnants of these evil souls. To know the place and the surroundings better, he talked to a man, named Roland who gave him a quest to investigate the mysterious disappearance of travellers who were last seen in the vicinity of Hollow Rock hills. If he remembers well, this man was the sheriff of the town. During his work, he fell into this cavern. He realizes he's not alone as others are also laying or trying to get up there. He quickly mumbles a series of elder words and a faint magic barrier appears around him.

"Umm...hello there?" - he carefully tries to communicate with the others.

(OOC - he used Mage Armor)

His eyes still adjusting to the dim light of the cavern, Zane is startled to hear a voice.  He quickly readies his shield, crouching low behind it and moving to put the cavern wall at his back.

"Hello..." he says cautiously, "who goes there?"

Standing up and not seeing any immediate threat he says “looks like we fell in together down here. My names Draco and I was trying to find some folks. Maybe that’s their wagon there. “ Pointing. 

amazing so far, just waiting for one more player. if no response in 24 hrs, we will continue. 

(OOC - Let us know when we can continue :) )

Amazing description and role playing, Adventures! we will continue on our quest.

-I would also like to hear your marching order.

As you all start to wake up, dust yourselves off and get acquainted. you hear

"Help me, Help me," A raspy, low pitched voice called out. “I
have been trapped here for days, My leg is pinned under my
wagon. Please, hurry, before they come to collect me like the
others."

But your unable to see anyone from where your standing.

Zane moves towards the wagon to take a closer look.

Perception:

16

(OOC: Zane will volunteer to go first in marching order)

As his eyes gradually adjusted to the dim light of the pit, Alistair realized that the other figures had also taken up defensive or neutral stances, indicating that they had no intention of attacking. He also heard one of the figures, apparently named Draco, suggest that they had fallen into the pit together while investigating the same thing.

"Not the finest of circumstances, but it is nice to meet you, Draco," Alistair said, offering a friendly greeting. "My name is Alistair."

At that exact moment, they all heard a scream for help. Alistair tried to move a bit closer to see who was in distress, but he was careful to stay out of reach in case of any potential danger. He peered into the darkness, trying to make out the source of the scream, when Draco pointed out the upside-down wagon.

(Perception: 6 - no bonus on Perception, but the character has Darkvision)

(OOC - Alistair would like to be in the middle of the marching order)

Draco would go up front and move towards the call for help

As the call for help is heard, Desmond grabs his bow from off his back and readies an arrow but does not draw it back. He walks slowly forward, following the others, getting ready to fire upon a threat if needed. If any of the others looks back at him with his bow ready he will simply respond "Ill cover you from back here."

Dropping down from the top, an odd looking teenager walk's up. "Where am I?"

Hi! Sorry I'm late. My character is a 150 year old kitsune monk. I came for an adventure. I look about 14, with fox ears and a fox tail. His name is Fenrinius (Fenrin) Forestheart.

made the maps bigger to make things easier . REVISED MAP 1

The cry for help continues "help me, i cant feel my legs!" you all spring into action. Zane and Darco both in the front followed by Alistar in the middle and Desmond in the back with his bow at the ready for support fire. As the group looks around the wagon only then they could see a poor commoner covered in dirt and dried blood, trapped under the wagon from the legs down. "you, you dont know how happy i am to see you all"  he said while tears start forming. 

while the group was checking out the cries for help, a 14 year old looking monk falls in the pit and walks up behind desmond.  

Zane is startled at first as Fenrin arrives, but quickly decides the newcomer means no harm.  He turns back towards the wagon, more concerned about the commoner.  "Hang on, we'll get you out of there," he grunts as he puts down his shield and grabs the corner of the wagon, heaving it up in effort to take the weight off the man's legs.

Strength:
9

Alistair closed his eyes, focusing his mind on the commoner who was trapped beneath the cart. He knew that the situation was dire and that time was of the essence. He began to channel a soothing melody and a calming voice into the mind of the commoner, using his skills in magic to ease their fear and anxiety.

"Do not fret,"  he murmured in the mind of the helpless man, his voice carrying a soothing and hypnotic power. "Help is here, and you can relax now. Let us assist you, and all shall be well."


(OOC - Message cantrip, only the commoner can hear the message)