You've become Gambit!
For my first adventurer since Cobar and Dema (fifteen years ago I think), I'm playing a Chosen bard/prophet who is a necromancer experiment. A "Mutegrow's Demon." In addition to antennae, I have purple and black scales, plus two small tentacles over my mouth like a mustache, and a short stinger tail. Many of us escaped to civilization in an elf/human forest empire, where I started in the capital forest retreat.
I was not prepared for how advanced the game has become. Turns out I was a former member of the capital forest's leadership. I accepted my Chosen quest from Uquud the Hideous, the god of deformation and suffering (the acceptance and treatment of such, anyway... But also the infliction of it upon the wicked). And no sooner had I found the road, than a bald human woman walked up to me, greeted me by name, and asked where I was going. Turns out she was headed to the same temple as me, and I've known her since she was born, so I recruited her. Nobody in the trees wanted to join us.
We soon stumbled across the Market Tree, which was mainly populated by Mutegrow's Demons (apparently we're popular as leaders, merchants, and craftsmen, while elves are generally listless and humans die too fast). The first Mutegrow's Demon I spoke with was the administrator, who barely knows me, but trusts me, and is as large and powerful as me. The second one was a musically-talented peasant, who it turns out was my childhood friend from back when we were elves. Since he was the only other person in the market that I knew personally, and we went way back, and I'm a bard/prophet, I was glad to recruit my friend. But he is very skinny, weak, and frail, though his mental and social abilities make him capable of changing my mind in arguments without getting mad.
The temple of Uquud was next door, so I offered my services there. An elderly human pilgrim was arguing with the clergy, and apparently overheard me, because he asked if I could take him to adventure and glory. His athletic and wilderness skills, especially in singing and animal butchering, make him a valuable member of the party.
But as soon as we walked outside, a wolf woman bowyer in the trees called out to me: "I hope your friends stop you from this foolishness." She admitted to being bored, though, and happily jumped down to join our adventure when asked. Her athleticism, talented bowmaking, and some skill at hunting might just come in handy if we sneak up on the bad guys... I just need to find her a bow and some arrows, even though she'll probably shoot all the arrows away immediately.
Everyone agreed to be a band of adventurers, except for the peasant demon I grew up with, who only wants to be an entertainer. To that end, I have named our band "Fade the Fire of Boils," and now we're training our musical prowess with all the bards, abbots, and random passersby we can find. I expect we'll die in our very first fight, but perhaps... Perhaps this is the start of something special?
I've already given three sermons about Uquud that were "awe-inspiring for the ages."
