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?
I knew entering this dark wood was a mistake. It confounds all attempts to blaze a trail out from its fell influence. As I trundle along I recognize some of the trail signs I remember making hours ago. Or was it days? No matter which direction I strike out in, my steps always seem to end up circling back to that d*** door. Instinct tells me the source of the forests' animosity lies beyond that portal. Enough walking in circles; it is clear that the only way to proceed is to vanquish whatever lies beyond. There is a light ahead. Someone has lit a campfire near the door. Well that's new.
Name: Gereon
Gender: Male
Talents: Inspired, Cunning, Trailblazer
Equipment: Backpack, Bedroll, 1 week's Rations, 50' Rope, Torch/Tinder, Bow, 20 Arrows, Dagger.