Let it snow, let it snow, let it disappear

Five days travel south, with cold nights, and heavy snow, the four men approached Kelthalon Cathedral. Only to find it missing... in the mountains a mysterious cave led them to a simple conclusion, investigation! And though Rayne audibly suggested another route to be taken, the quartet progressed into the dark cavern. Chromwyn lights a torch and hands it to Andez to carry. They keep going as the round a bend in the wide cavern.

They soon came to an open chamber where the cave ceiling was lit like a bonfire. Soon they realized, that they had stumbled upon burning firey bats, and the sudden intrusion, was NOT welcome. Shrieking and screaming they were attacked by the horrible burning flying vermin. Launching lightning, and radiant light they fought off their attackers.

During all this Rayne noticed something amiss, and after pointing out that they were being attacked by a large bear, he let fly his arrows. Chromwyn charged in at the bear, and as his companions shot the bats out of the sky, he wrestled the bear down, toe to toe.

Losing his composure, Rayne's loosed arrows had difficulty finding purchase, and it took him awhile to calm down after the creatures were laid to rest. The party, settled down to catch their breath, and they had barely gotten ready to proceed downt he cave, before they heard shuffling approaching them. "I told you, someone had triggered the alarm!", "Well then perhaps we've caught them?", "Our master won't be pleased, they must die, or we'll be exposed!". Before them came three loathesome frogfaced men, their eyes bulging, wide mouths with rows of sharp teeth.

With a blessing and a Gift

Rayne, sitting at the local Pub in Sylvancity (original, I know), was almost startled by the excitement coming from Thei'la'del. Where once was a studious cleric now stood someone brimming with passion, and a lust for adventure. The words poured out from the Eladrin scholar, and it's musical singsong notes resonated with Rayne's soul. Aggreeing to accompany Thei'la'del and his companions, Rayne went to say farewell to his family.

His father, long retired war vetran and ranger, was out back, practicing his archery. Rayne approached him, cautiously, confidently. Seeing the resolve in his son, the father granted him leave, and a gift, money for a horse to carry him on his way. After packing to go, and saying goodbye to his mother, Rayne leaves to meet with his companions, outside of the city walls.

There he sees Chromwyn Rageborn, Redscaled Dragonborn Fighter, he sees Thei'la'del, the Eladrin Cleric, and he sees someone new, a Teifling, with a deeply tanned skin, and black horns sweeping up and back, with a little bit of a kink at the end. "Finally, it seems like our last member as arrived," the Tiefling comments, "I'm Storm Bringer, pleasure to meet, you, now lets get out of this blighted woods, and down somewhere warmer." Andez, the Storm Bringer, wore his torn clothes, ravaged and ragged, yet stood in the snows that surround the elven land as if he were in some tropical paradise.

Bewildered, Rayne simply mounts up, seeing the others do the same, except..... suddenly there was someone behind him! Rayne quickly dismounts, and on his steed, was Andez. "Sorry, they won't let me ride on theirs, and I have no mount," the Storm Bringer gives Rayne an impish grin. Sighing with resignation, Rayne mounts up again, and the four companions make their way south, to the ruins of Kelthalon Cathedral.

Introducing: The Storm Bringer

Andez sits around the campfire, telling the tale again, as a passing merchant decided to share the fire with your group. "I was on the Astenwary, a massive passenger ship. I was a guard you see. When all of a sudden, we were hit by a massive storm! It was coming at us for at least three different directions! So I went to the passengers rooms to check on them, they were strapped to their beds, praying to their gods to save them, and I noticed that their magical goodies were sitting out there being tossed about, and if I had left it like that, half of them would have been impaled! So I grabbed the clothes, and weapons, and items from each room, to take to storage mind you, and to keep them safe. So as I crossed the deck to the storage room, a massive bolt of lightning came right at me and next thing I knew I was washed ashore on this god-forsaken peninsula, my clothes ruined, and magic and lightning flowing through my veins. That's as honest a truth as you'll hear out of anybody."

Introducing: Rayne Soshanee

Rayne Soshanee, a not so typical elf with blond hair that looks like spun rays of the sun, long and wavy to his waist and pulled back by a leather strap. Tall, he moves with the litheness of a cat, his deep green eyes sparkle when he smiles widely, but don't be fooled, those eyes are quick to read one like a book and sharp as an arrow in the sight of danger. He goes and picks up a lute and begins picking its strings, Rayne grins performing for a small group of people while his friends get ready to eat at a table in the corner of the cozy inn. He wore his favorite bearskin sleeveless jacket over a red heavy shirt. Gently he tapped his bearskin boots on the floor rug to the rhythm of the happy song he was delighting the people with. The light from the fireplace danced over his fair skin, almost making him appear to be glowing.

Introducing: Thei’la’del

I sat all night, looking at the sky. Until, the dawning, cresting sun. My heart became drenched in sunshine, and I could not stay any longer.

I walked with purpose to make plans into reality. First Chromwyn, then Andez, and finally Rayne. One by one the spirit of Avandra guided my words, and their hearts to a single purpose.

So with mace, dagger, sword and bow, we take up arms to crack the shell of our world. We will escape our world, and find a greater destiny among the stars, and the heavens!

Introducing: Chromwyn Rageborn

My mother she used to tell me “Son, you better get to church, it’s a dark world out there and it’s only getting worse.”  I used to see the world in black and white, good and evil. I remember that night, the screams of the egg watchers echoed in the darkness, as we were being raided by the blasted undead armies from the north.  I saw my brothers dying on the battlefield, a sea of blood and scales, and taking their arms, I took action against the blighted incoming hordes.

One after the other I cut through the throng. It must of been hours later, before it ended, before I could stop.  My training was that battlefield.  My mastery was the deathly swirl and the sharp singing of my blade.  My art, my life, is what I hold in my hands.

I remember feeling so alive that night, I looked into her eyes, and knew what it was to pray.  I used to see black and white, but now I see everything as red.  And in the name of the Raven Queen, I shall smite all those who stand before me.