Days go by. Months even. Before the party ever finds a little shimmer of adventure. Lost in the darkness called boredom. Many would consider the average life a good life, but not this strange group of humanoids. You, the party, spend what loot you have left in the tavern, and speak of the adventures you have shared together. On this average day, you decide to go to the tavern and speak about your days of adventure to everyone. The town loved the way you told your stories. They felt safe, and the farmers and smiths worked with no worry of a raid. But on this night, this night was different. You notice someone not of this town, come inside. The usual travelers do come by, but this young women has ragged clothes, stained with blood and mud. She runs to the cleric, her eyes locked and lost in the deva’s eyes. She speaks no words, she is as frightened as she could be. She looks like she has gone through hell to get where she is now. There are no town near for miles, even days, on the King’s Road. The Paladin steps down from his makeshift stage. The party soon surrounds the girl, she seems around the age of 25. Beautiful blond hair but her beauty is hard to see from all the mud. She seems ready to speak after a few drinks of cider, and a good meal the orc barkeep whipped up from yesterdays leftovers, he points out the you still have to pay.
OOC: The party has known each other for several years. There are no turns on the play-by-post in these types of situations but feel free to ask her relevant questions, NO SEXUAL INUINDO PLZ I made her pretty for a reason. Her charisma is like 18 so guys holdback. Or I might have her get a disease, (incurable from spells or rituals or wishes, or anything) Know I ask the question that will set you guys off into a path of righteousness… “What do you do?”