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((okay folks, I r teh sucks at teh RPz but Imma give it a shot. The following will detail Tarin's travels from his home to Sundren in multiple posts.))
Tarin walked into Elversult and the first spot he hit was the shrine to Tymora. Thank the Lady Luck that he made it here alive! The numerous bandits on the road between here and his home were bordering upon rediculous but he managed to slip past them all. He said a pray or three and then headed off to explore his new home. Elversult was a town of trade with very little in the form of permanent settlements, and those that were changed around every winter. A good bit tired he took the few coin in his pocket and began looking for a place to lay his head for the evening. The Splitskull Inn is what the sign said above the door. He laughed, why the hells not? He waltzed in not realizing the next leg of his journey was about to begin...
Tarin walked into Elversult and the first spot he hit was the shrine to Tymora. Thank the Lady Luck that he made it here alive! The numerous bandits on the road between here and his home were bordering upon rediculous but he managed to slip past them all. He said a pray or three and then headed off to explore his new home. Elversult was a town of trade with very little in the form of permanent settlements, and those that were changed around every winter. A good bit tired he took the few coin in his pocket and began looking for a place to lay his head for the evening. The Splitskull Inn is what the sign said above the door. He laughed, why the hells not? He waltzed in not realizing the next leg of his journey was about to begin...