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Hallo, all. This is Nuo, here with a little dungeon crawler adventure. I'm not so good at introductions, but here's the setting.

Just outside of the city of Ironforge (generic, yes...but it works >.<) there is the ruins of an great and ancient tower. No one goes to it, no one even touches the grass that grows in its shadow for fear of the corruption it once brought to the land. The legends say that over a thousand years before Ironforge was even founded the tower stood, its black stones gleaming in the sun. Every night inhuman screams would erupt from the tower and the next day death would choke the morning air. It is said that the tower is home to the Mourning Widow, legendary spider queen and scourge of heros.

Since then armies of adventurers have entered the tower, hoping to claim fame and ancient treasures, yet none have returned to speak of it...
Now a new band of adventures have come, but these are different. They plan not to overthrow the evil within, but to take it as their own. They are...

I'll be playing one of the heros and a villan

His armor clinked like windchimes as he jumped down the last ridge before the entrance of the tower. In his hand was the Endless, the signature rapier that had been his traveling companion since he set out. He was tired, for he had decided not to rest for the last day to the tower, and now the sweat was stinging his eyes. He pulled back the hood of his cloak, revealing the dark elf's sweaty brow to the cool winds. Long silver hair was tied back, out of his eyes and making things easier to see. Sighing in releif that no one was around, he sat in the grass and thumbed through his spellbook.

A small crimson figure can bee seen leaping daringly down the ravines. Finlay he comes to the final ravine leaping down it with great agility. With a tumble he lands in the soft grass not far from the Dark Elf. As he dose so his crimson hood sweeps back from his head uncovering the face of a small reddish skinned gnome. Two small horns can be seen protruding from his forehead and a stylish black goatee curls from his chin and pointed black hair spikes back from his head. With a twirl he elaborately throws back his red cloak to reveal his tightly fitted black leather armour and two intricate daggers sheathed by his side but none the less shimmering with a faint purple glow. With a high yet smooth voice he calls out to the elf “Hoi there! Master Drow! I come in search of riches, to accompany you on this daring adventure!”

A demon lurks in the shadows near the entrance waitin for the adventurers to come to the entrance

The sudden voices make startles him, his book slipping from his hand and hitting the ground with a soft thud. He looks up, squinting against the sun, to observe the gnome that has startled him. "Ah...that's right." He says, scratching his head and gesturing to the tower as he had just noticed it. "I was going to raid the tower...I must have lost track of time, there." He rises to his feet and collects his spellbook, tucking it back under his arm. He offers a hand to the gnome, the one not holding the book,

"Well met. I am Nostrum, the Shadowmancer."

*old man still pointing and shouting "BEWARE!" Suddenly the sky starts to grow dark and all the birds leave the trees.* "THE CURSE! THE CURSE! RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" *the old man runs off screaming* "WHO DARES DISTURB MY SLUMBER?!"*The voice booms throughout the trees*

*a man calmly walks out of the castle* Fine if they don't want to listen, they shall die.