Wow I'm tired... The scene descriptions will get better, I promise, I'm just... tired.
What am I if Alt's the quirky life of the team?
You're the uh... uh... Wait. -checks Moat's char sheet- You're the brute force, full of determination, always aggressively cheerful, though rather dumb...
Okay, I haven't really paid much attention to how I'm going to start this RPG, though I've got a good plot for the middle. So. We'll start with a warmup battle. I don't really want to write individual stories on how you all met up but lets just say you're all standing on what once was the Market space for Galladin*. This is where it all started two years ago. Your team of 6 were only checking on the surroundings; the still-standing buildings, people (of course, there were none) and any remnants of the market place when a group of small sprites suddenly ran out of hiding. They were followed by a small troll, no bigger than a horse.
