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The Dark House Campaign
A group of travellers huddled together near the fire, the night sky bore down an icy wind on them as the moon rose high. This motley crew consisted of a paladin, a Warrior, a Dark elf, a Tiefling, and a man who thought he was some sort of bird creature. This rather odd band of misfits had drawn together after a bar fight erupted in a town. The paladin was protecting said town (Called Turmeric, the spice wasn’t known by the founders.) and was standing just outside the bar (quietly minding her own business) when four adventurers invited her for a drink.
Later, (when at least ten pints of mead, whisky, and a rather suspect liquid that the paladin kissed the holy amulet around her neck before drinking had been emptied) the Warrior started talking rather sourly about a certain god, a god that had several followers in the bar. Things didn’t cool down after the Paladin joined in, attacking the god as well, and received punch to her jaw for her troubles.
During the bar fight a band of bandits attempted to raid it the town. However, they weren’t expecting two drunk, armed warriors, followed by an angry midget wizard, a drunk squawking magic man, and a tipsy dark elf to burst out of the nearby tavern, and proceed to put aside their differences to murder them.
After the fight had been cleaned up, the Paladin realized how much she missed fighting alongside a group of mad hatters who could keep up with her. She told she had decided to travel with them.