You respond to the stranger with a feeble nod. The audience around you begins to mutter, but one by one they step forward. “Gentlemen, ladies, welcome aboard” whispered the stranger. “The journey ahead will be uncertain, and success is also uncertain,” the stranger continued: “but I am certain that we have nothing to lose and everything to gain.” Murmurs of agreement erupted from the audience. “I, for one, have been exploited by the Elven Elite for too long, and it is time to take due payment for our hard work! If, after the ill-effects of our cheap mead has worn off, you wish to continue with this band of Roving Elves, our journey will begin outside the city gates at midday tomorrow. I bid you farewell”. The stranger lowered his hood, revealing a withered face amongst a forest of black, matted hair. Without another word, he strode out of the pub and vanished into the night.
Waking up late the next day, you scramble to gather some basic rations, a few candles and a worn dagger into a sack and head to the city gates, where you are quickly pulled into a secluded ditch. Before you stands the assembly of drinkers from last night, each holding a sense of apprehension on their faces, the stranger now looking more familiar. You depart on your journey, perhaps looking back upon Malmsteena for the last time.
After a long journey into the woodlands, you reach a desolate outpost covered in vines. Following the stranger, you descend the steps into the unknown. There is no turning back.



I'm starting role PMs now, expect the game to begin about 10 hours from now.