» Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:55 pm You were with a group of fellow [Insert race]s were strolling throught the woods after many a pint of mead, laughing and shouting and attracted a local group of bandits and then were attacked, blindsighted by a group of cowards in the snow, but thats not the worst. The bandits were loud enough to draw the attention of a nearby troll, the bandits flee! We won! We won! Yay (high fives for nobody)!
Then the troll lets out a guttaral roar, and strikes you, your party flees. You faint, and the troll drags you off to his lair, you have a dream, that you were in a meadow. The scenery is beautiful around sunset you see your mother, you reach out to hug her, and she becomes engulfed in flames! "Why [son/daughter] would you leave your poor old mother to die?) Thats it, you were getting drunk to forget what youhad done, well, it worked you had forgotten. At what cost though? You awake in a cavern its cold, dark and damp, the trolls have made a jail cell and locked you in! With an injury in your left arm. "ouch, that stings, I need to fix this, but how?" [If your alchemy is a major skill, use herbs, if a type of armor is a major skill, cover the limb, if restoration is a major skill use a spell, and so on and so forth, all theese things would need to be in your cell, on a dead adventurer or a growing mushroom] Once your arm is fixed you hear stomping. Thud Thud Thud. Thaen see a large hunchback man step out and open your cell. "You haf-f Serve Yerr S-ssentence." he stutters. Why am I here, you walk out and try to escape the cave, but see crates full of weapons! "I should take one just in case." you say to yourself. Well its a good thing you did, the cave is full of bandits, marauders, and thugs! ]This is where you begin with a journal entry that says there was no troll, and that the mead must have hit you harder than expected and you need to find a way to escape]
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