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Our Heroes:The SquirrelMasters are an adventuring party of four members.
Their leader is a young but charismatic priest who is gifted with great divine powers and always is willing to help those in need.

At his side is a loyal and strong Paladin of an ancient and holy order. He has pledged his life and shield to the priest and to the protection of innocent people everywhere. In battle, the Paladin is a strong tower, steadfast and resolute against the forces of evil.

Serving as the brains for the party is their wizard. This man grew up in the finest universities and knows more of the world then most men thrice his age. Knowledgeable in history, religion, politics, military tactics, medicine, and magic, this man is the one the party turns to when hard decisions need to be made.

And finally we come to the Barbarian. He isn't the smartest or the most charming individual, but his battlefield ferocity is second to none. More comfortable in dark woods than castles, he is often left behind when the party needs to visit a noble or official. While he isn't always an asset to the team, the party could not have survived some situations without his keen knowledge of the wild.
The Story Begins:As the rain fell in sheets upon the backs of the four adventurers, they scrambled into a small two-story inn for the night. Immediately upon entering, they felt unwelcome. The two orcs sitting in the corner eyed them menacingly and the innkeeper behind the bar seemed pale to the point of unhealthy. Nonetheless, with the only other option being to go back out into the rain, the party sat down at one of the small wooden tables while the priest went to speak with the innkeeper.
"I can tell you folks aren't from around here," the pale innkeeper said. "We don't get too many visitors up here in the mountains."
"My apologies," the Priest replied. "We did not plan on stopping, but the rains have made the mountain trails dangerous and we felt it prudent to seek out shelter. Do you have some warm food and rooms we can rent?"
"I might, for the right coin. Why don't you go sit down with your friends. I'll have my wife bring you something."
"Bless your heart, sir. Thank you." And with that the Priest returned to his table.
The night was filled with jokes and drinking as the party warmed up near the fire. The Barbarian, quite drunk on ale, began boisterously swinging his arms and legs around in what he claimed was a tribal ritual dance. While the other three laughed and cheered him on, he stumbled through a few drifferent motions before crashing into a table and sending plates, drinks, and candles flying all over the two orcs who had been sitting in the corner up until this point. The two orcs, who looked quite intoxicated themselves, were furious and immediately lunged at the barbarian. Someone outside the inn could be heard yelling "Fight!" and soon the entire inn was filled with bodies and chaos. The party, seeing no other choice, decided to fight their way out. Day 1 Begins!With 25 fighting, it takes 13 to kill.
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