It be damned, everything seems to start with either a tavern or a fire. Unfortunately or otherwise, this time it was in a fire, a comforting sloop of flame within a depression deep within something that could be called a cursed, dead forest.
But as the dead trees twisted in their running from a formidable wind from the east, one thing was certain, somebody had to get that damn door open? Was it trapped, held against the mighty by some unknown lore or nothing. For this was a strange maze into the underworld- it was- nameless.
So who about that fire could figure this door, or perhaps it was open already? There were no bones about, was that fortunate or a trap, a curse?
Nonetheless, it beckoned.
Who?
Trudging through the forest, I take notice of a sudden change in vegetation. I can see the sky and I'm no longer hearing sounds of nocturnal animals. As if that's not strange enough, a dull flicker of a fire appears ahead. I'll find out soon enough whether friend or foe, and I approach prepared with axe in hand. Unstartled by my approach, I have my answer. Just beyond is a door, the sort of that never have good news beyond them. Why are these fools just waiting here when there's such an obvious path ahead? Shake the rust off, men.
Name: Gar
Gender: Male
Talents: Mighty, Healthy, Linguist
Equipment: Backpack, Bedroll, 1-week Rations, 50ft Rope, Torch, Armor, Axe