First Adventure - First Session -

Ok, heres what happened in our first session. The following will be taken from Kharask's perspective.

After arriving at Karahn Has, Kharask spent some time taking in the coastal town and tried to find some work in adventuring. Very early on he got a feel for the town, and it was not a good feeling. The townsfolk seemed fearful and anxious, and corruption was the law. One afternoon while wandering through town on his way to find a place to bed down and feast, he heard a commotion followed by the sounds of a human in trouble. As he raced towards the sound of battle, he was joined by a dark skinned elf, an elf also rounded a corner from an alley and made his way towards the battle. As they rounded the corner they met face to face with a large band of goblins. Nine of them had apparently been attempting to mug or apprehend a human male. The dark elf entered the fray first and put up a cloud of darkness as he took to fighting. Kharask and the elf moved in to assist, but could not assess the situation due to the darkness. As they waited for the magic to ebb, a silver elf appeared from around the corner to assist them, apparently a wizard. Once the darkness settled, the real combat started. The dark elf was already immersed in battle, surrounded, and using a unique style of blade and magic to attack his foes great numbers. The elf then moved in, drawing two swords and quickly taking to some of the frontline goblins, Kharask then moved in as well, shouting orders to his new comrades and using his trained tactics to move them around to more advantageous ground. The silver elf from behind then began casting his magic, throwing powerful spheres of force that eradicated a nearby wall, and small darts of force that struck true to some of the back line warriors. At this time another ally joined the fray, a dwarf ran from behind us and recklessly charged into the heart of the battle, killing one nearly instantly, and adding yet more muscle to our front line. It was not a one sided fight however, There leader was a powerful goblin shaman, and set to casting curses on us. The silver elf and the dark elf succumbed to magics that caused there eyes to bleed, and a hazy mist constantly emenated from the goblins wicked totemic rod that chocked all enemies, and bolstered the nearby goblins. It was all for not, although it took time, the defeat was systematic. One warrior after another was felled, and at last, the goblin shaman was cornered and killed. The man we saved led us to his home, and gave us a place to rest, He told us that the goblins were a nuisance to the town, and he believed they were nesting in a nearby abandoned house, or possibly in the sewers below it. He also said he believed the recent abduction of town children may have had something to do with them. The group stayed the night at his house with the intention of going to the abandoned home in the morning and checking out the disturbances.
During the night Kharask got to know his comrades. The elf's name was Azriel, he was a ranger that hailed from the distant woods, he seemed to carry a good soul, and general like of those around him. He carried two swords with which he did battle with, and handled himself far better than the other fey kin. The silver elf was called Dalanar and was indeed a wizard, he was a bit aloof and distant, and seemed to care more for the money and possible gain of the situation than doing any real help. Regardless, he wasnt malicious or overly arrogant, and seemed to study the group more than interact with them. The dark elf turned out to be a drow, his name was Erantaelik, and he was a warrior that used magic to aid in his up close martial skills. He had a sour personality, and seemed to be distrustful of everyone. He wasnt keen on any individual, and kept mostly to himself. The last in the group was Baerd, the dwarven barbarian. He had a very course personality, and seemed to despise the drow, and indeed the two bickered for some time during the night, even making threats at one another.
Regardless, in the morning the group headed for the abandoned house, after realizing the house was to wrecked to support the goblins, the group uncovered a cellar way leading to the sewers below. As soon as the troupe set foot in the tunnels, several diseased rats looking for a meal took the offense. The battle was swift, and the rats fell swiftly to a well organized attack. Baerd, Kharask and Azriel were bitten, but azriel seemed stricken by the wounds. After some verbal chastising of Erantaeliks tactics, the troupe headed to a room which served as a sewer funnel. Out of the filth pooling in the corner of the room, a group of skeletal warriors and archers emerged. The battle was trying, as the warriors had much of the skill they had in life, but once they were dispatched, the archers fell swiftly. Kharask shined early in this fight, using his maneuvering to get his core fighters into the path of the warriors. Baerd and Erantaelik finished the archers very quickly. From one of the warriors we picked up an ancient sword that seemed to have absorbed a bit of the energies surrounding the undead. Erantaelik claimed this find and the troupe moved on.
And thats where we ended our session. I'll have more next time!

Kharask's quote of the day ".. So do you worship demons, Drow?"