A young half-elf climbs and looks through the tavern window, hanging upside down from the rooftop. He examined the people inside, checking for valuables. As thick clouds roll over the hills, he climbs back up the roof, and a macaw, blue back and yellow underside, swoops down onto his shoulder. It drops a silver ring into his hand. "Good work, Prince," he told his pet, wondering how a tropical bird didn't get cold. He took a map from his pocket. "Did you see any law enforcement?" Prince turned his head, confused. He drew a knife and mimicked an attack on himself. "Did you see any guards?" Prince pecked a location on the map, fairly far from where he was. "Good. Let's get to work."

If Tahno were far away from Icewind Dale, he would have a nice fire going in his study while he studied whatever manuscripts and artifacts that he had managed to get his hands on in the previous day.

In the dimly lit inn room, a young priestess, her face pallid and marked by dark circles beneath her eyes, entered with wary steps, her senses strained from days of restless wandering. Before she closed the creaking wooden door, she took one last worried look to both sides of the corridor, then finally shut out the biting cold and the relentless howling wind that had pursued her. Clutching a bundle of ancient tomes to her chest, she moved with a quiet urgency, checking the windows, her eyes darting to the smallest gaps in the wooden boards. Her heart pounded with a fear born of the unknown, her every instinct telling her might have been followed, or that someone would know. The flickering candlelight cast eerie shadows as she finally sank onto the armchair, her breath shaky, and began to whisper prayers of protection, her voice a trembling refrain against the encroaching darkness as she finally fell asleep.

The crowd above the fighting-pit roared his name as the massive barbarian flexed his muscles and grimly drew his mighty blade, but there was neither excitement nor joy in his gray eyes, only bitterness over the failure of his quest, and now finding himself south in the wretched pirate town of Luskan, Wulfric just awaited the gruesome fight that would be his last, the one that would allow him to join his elders in the sprit world.

Hey folks! I've already received a good amount of submissions so I'm gonna close this early. I'll make a post once the final group has been selected. 

Thanks, good luck making your choices!

Thanks!

Good luck everyone!

Also, I'm most likely going to be running this on the forums - if you were hoping for discord and wanna remove your application, let me know!

Kygga slips into the bar unnoticed, watching a few people talk. "The winter won't stop. Unless they get a good crew, it'll keep spreading. Who knows what will happen next." Kygga stepped into view. "Where can I sign up?" The men stared at him. "Well," one replied, "Do you have experience? I'm not sure if you'll make it in. You... Sorry, you don't look very strong." Kygga looked at them for a second, then quickly pulled a knife from his belt and tossed it at the man, pinning his shirt to the wall. "I am a master spy and infiltrator. There is nothing I can't find. Where can I sign up?" A macaw flew over and retrieved the knife, handing Kygga the knife, then landing on his shoulder. "It better not be too late."

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Where can I sign up?" A macaw flew over and retrieved the knife, handing Kygga the knife, then landing on his shoulder. "It better not be too late."

Lets see if its too late...

Good luck everyone!

Assuming you haven't chose yet, I'd say maybe:

1. Fighter or Barbarian for pure physical damage to be on the front line of battle
2. A Cleric or Paladin as a healer or buffer, or maybe a sorcerer
3. Rogue for spying, breaking into places, and identifying traps, etc.
4. Wizard or Sorcerer for, well, magic of course. Maybe warlock, but wizard is most adaptable in my opinion
5. At this point, anything really. Artificer may provide useful skills, or a Druid or Ranger for travel.

(OOC: I know recruitment is closed, but I knock upon the barred gate all the same)

If it was a dry heat, why was he sweating so much? Toryn set the last of the barrels aboard The Rough Bucket and wiped away the sweat with his sleeve. The ships quartermaster grunted out approval and handed Toryn a flask.

"Right. That's done then. You've got yourself a ride all the way up to Luskan. We sail tomorrow with the tide, so be aboard or be left ashore."

Toryn nodded and saluted in gratitude. He turned and walked up the docks. 

The seaside inn was a shabby thing, but a seasoned soldier doesn't need much to be comfortable. The common room boasted a bar (he got himself a drink), a large stew pot (he got himself a bowl), and some of the most colorful characters you could hope to see, from hardened criminals to… well… less hardened criminals. 

Toryn spent his last evening in the warm south with good ale, good food, and - if not decent company - then good company. He almost completely forgot the Orc Stone for a time. 

Thank you, applicants! I've sent out the notice to my final group. If you didn't hear from me, then you unfortunately did not make the cut.

There were several wonderful applications. In fact, I ended up increasing the group size to a whopping seven people. But unfortunately I could not take everyone. 

However, in the event someone drops out or goes AWOL, I'll be hanging on to your applications in reserve. So you may hear from me in the future to join me in the Dale!

Thank you once again, folks, and happy adventures in the future. 

Thanks for the oppertunity.

Out of curiosity, what is the final party?