Ok fer those of you that follow my games...wait...i have 1 follower n its vinnie...so here Vinnie enjoy! lol
Atla sat in a local tavern looking to recruit a group of local adventures to help her in stopping the evil threating both her people and the others of Neverwinter. There is a terrible plague spreading across the country of Faerun, it turning people into horrible aboniations, bringing the dead to life, and makeing some crave the blood of others. If you come in contact with the creatures as in bitten or have an open wound and their blood gets in it you then have 24 hours before you become what you came in contact with. Currently there is no known cure.
At the bar a dwarf speaks to the bartender about any decent paying jobs. He nods. "That drow over there is looking for locals to help her quest for a cure and stop the cause. Said it pays well, and you have a hefty bar tab my friend."
Before the could answer a mage burst through the door out of breath rambeling about 6 zombies. Atla stood. "Calm down pale skin i'll help lets go." Atla gave the mage a nod and looked at the bar. "Yo dwarf if your any good with that axe there's coin to be had right out there." Atla then ran outside with the mage. The streets were deserted except for about 8 zombies. "Dude mage thats 8 not six...learn to count!" She smirked. "Still though...not a problem."
The dwarf joins them outside and they easily take out the 8 zombies. After many drinks the Mage decides to join the drow to stop the plague. After the promise of many many undead things to kill the dwarf finally agrees. The three set off into the woods on their way to the Necromancers guild. Night falls and the very drunk dwarf decides to wrestle and kill a stag with his bare hands.
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