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 jump out from a corner thinking you are a deer, you certainly were loud enough. I was shocked to see a human there, that was unexpected. I introduce myself, I am Jobes, master gardener and pretty good with a knife. Animals seem to like me for some reason too.
Name: Jobes
Gender: Male
Talents: Food production, low level Druid and Ranger spells but unsure how to use them properly
Equipment: Backpack, bedroll, 5lbs of assorted seeds, hand-held garden spade, large piece of wood, several toothpicks, clay container for water