"Eliath, let's go and find out what happened." Kizori breaks from his stealth and begins sprinting towards the undestroyed part of town.

(Kizori is moving to the main campaign.  I am so glad I built this thread, now I get to introduce a character to my campaign that I already love.

Blackwulff, Freya, I am so glad for your continued support and, even though things have slowed down a little, I will continue to try to give you the best roleplaying world I can.)

(Ooc been busy irl) 

Blackwulff looks to Freya then back to the woman,” Yes madam, I’m on a quest from the guild. May I ask how long have you had that cat.” Blackwulff gives a friendly smile 

"Cat?  What cat?"  She seems unaware of the fact that her daughter is holding a cat.

(OOC feel free to send me on any sort of adventure that may tie into the story/world you’re developing)

Looking inside of an old, somewhat, run down tavern building, you see a dingy bar with a rather large bearded man serving up ale to the few guests seated around the bar.  One of them, a short 3 foot halfling named Wilton with jet black hair, is sitting alone surrounded by 6 empty mugs of ale. 

((I was caught in a deadzone for my network over the weekend, so...yeah. Sorry for the inactivity.))

Freya tilts her head in confusion, and kneels down while looking at the cat, trying to see if any magic may be involved with it.

Arcana: 9

Rogar brings a drink to the half slumped over elf at to table nearby, before walking over to you.  "Now, I should be trying to cut you off; but what do I care, it's not like any of us are going anywhere."  His shoulders hang low from depression.  The tavern is dead quiet and half lit.  The few patrons all appear in similar states of half conscious drunkenness.

"This next round is on me." He mutters as he slumps away.  Someone falls out of their chair in the back, but doesn't try to get back up.

Freya, you find this cat magical; in that it is incredibly adorable.  Its fat tummy, its little patch of tigerstripe fur on its sleek black chest.  This cat screams fluffy and silky, and you want to hold it.

The mother notices you staring at her daughter, holding a large strange clock, and then looks at what's in her daughter's arms.  "Who's cat is that?"

The mother orders her daughter to put done the cat.  "You may take the animal." She turns, heading inside.  "Ceci, come help mommy." The child looks disappointed.  The cat begins to walk away.

 Adventurer's Guild

That's what the sign read. The young half-orc stood before the building, looking torn between entering and running. He was dressed in a simple blue shirt with black pants, and his black boots looked like they had seen a good bit of the road recently. As he stared at the sign he let out an exasperated sigh. 

Oh, mother... I'm afraid that it's come to this. Really, you make one mistake with a spell, and the town is ready to destroy your house & library. I personally thought the mayor looked great in that shade of pink, but apparently my opinion didn't matter. If I hadn't promised to leave town for a while, who knows what they might have done to our home and all your books.

Gathering himself, he adjusted his backpack, ran a hand through his black hair, and opened the door...

"Um, h-hello. I'm here to inquore about possible employment. Do you have any tasks suitable for a wizard?

((OOC: Hi everyone... pleased to meet you))

The adventures guild is packed with people of all walks, and its walls are lined with quests.  A tall older fellow calls out to you; "We have many tasks for wizard; but please come over here so that I can get you probably registered." He smiles a kind smile and adds; "The name is Larn by the way, pleasure to meet you."

"Oh, of course. Be right there."

The half-orc closes the door gently and weaves through the bodies, trying to hide his surprise at the amount of adventurers there were.

Eventually, he makes it to the desk.

"Wow, I don't think I was expecting there to be this many people here. Oh, yes, registration. I'm Toril," the half-orc extends his hand towards Larn. "Toril Pegason of Archdale at your service."

"A pleasure to meet you, I've just got a few questions." Larn says, pulling out a check list. "Are you independent or were you sent here by a local business?  Do you have housing or funds for housing?  And do you have gear or do you need gear rental?" He smiles kindly after the questions.

"Ah, I'm independent, and I have my own gear. As for housing, I'm going to have to figure that out while I'm here. I believe I have the funds necessary to secure something."

 ** EDIT **
I mis-read the last question as do I have housing or need funds for housing. You meant do I have funds to procure housing. edited my response more appropriately.

"Perfectly fine, you can stay for one month for free on a trial basis.  After that you will have to pay for housing." He hands you a key marked 20.  "Welcome to the guild, you are officially an E rank.  E ranks stay on the second floor.  All quests are marked by rank and separated by environmental types; forest, mountains, underdark, etc.  You can work with any number of other adventurers on quest; an in mixed ranked groups, some higher ranked quest may be attempted.  If you have any questions, ask for me." Larn says.

"Just like that? Wow that was easier than I expected. Thank you, Larn."

Toril pockets the key, and heads up to the second floor to get settled. 

"Lesse... 20, 20... Ah, here it is" He inserts the key into the lock adn turns, listening to the faint *click*. Opening the door, he enters the room, and begins to sort out his equipment.

** some time passes **

Toril comes back down the stairs, his pack not looking much lighter, and approaches Larn again.

"So where do I look at the posted quests?", he asks.

Larn motions towards the walls around you; "Just choose a terrain time and find what interest you.  Though please do not remove the quest; just repeat it's description to me." He smiles.

"Ah, I see. Thank you."

Toril moves to the Forest section and begins looking at possible tasks that he might be able to handle.

Under Forest Quest you find an escort mission for a merchant, deer removal, a dangerous blood hawk, a guard needed for a wealthy kobold, a blink dog harassing travelers, various dangerous giant animals, a tricky sprite and her pseudodragon pet, a winged kobold being harassed by a wolf, a scouting mission, dangerous animals, yaun-ti, sinkholes, talking trees, berserking centaur druids, lizardfolk shaman with a quest, displacer beast, and much more.  There appears to be plenty available quest.

Reaching up, Toril grabs the paper that mentions deer removal and reads it over.

((OOC: Do I have to go back to Larn to record that I'm working on this quest? ))