nerdytenor
First Post
The door to the tavern bursts open, and in stumbles a young monk, dressed in dark tan robes laced with occasional stripes of white. His head is shaved bald, face is dirty, and he appears to be soaking wet (which is odd, since it's not currently raining. It is currently nighttime, however). Out of breath, he pants heavily for a few moments before wheezing out a few words.
"Please...someone....help...need...help...coming...they're coming...coming for me!"
Dorn nearly falls off of his stool for the second time in excitement, but when he turns and sees the look on the face of the monk, his expression quickly changes to one of genuine concern. Dorn moves towards the circle of adventurers, and steps cautiously forward.
"Is there any way I can help?" Dorn asks meekly. He reaches toward the young monk to offer a hand of comfort, but sees a pool of electric charge forming on his fingertips and pulls it back at the last moment.
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Dorn, chaos sorcerer, would be thrilled to get in on this, but is equally happy waiting for the next adventure as this is nerdytenor's 2nd pc.
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