Session 0

Alistair, a typical goliath, tough and incredibly strong with a uniquely white-ish blue pair of eyes, after having brute forced his way to a winning streaks of strength festival, has decided that this wasn't enough for him. He moved on to find a better fight, a worthy opponent of his unyielding strength. As instructed to go west, he boarded a slave ship and set sail to the unknown. Lands, what a sight for sore eyes for someone like Alistair whose feet has so longed to touch the stable ground. Overwhelmed by the sight of the harbor city of Jabaweda, and the tiredness of floating on the ocean, Alistair walk off the boat to find himself lost, not knowing to do next. He approach a fellow sailor to ask but the other man looked him with a frown and ousted him away to a nearby church. The churches here is also administrative body as the holy Empire of Taraman is basically built around the church of the god Adimoolan. After a little bit of struggle, he made his way to the church. Despite being a large and intimidating man, Alistair saw every other people just looked down on him. Unable to make his paper officially, he went to an inn nearby to find works. The inn's name was Bitter Chestnut, and it's conveniently a branch of infamous Adventures/mercenary guild. Seeing from a far, a combination of weird looking creatures and a human kid drew his attention. While his mind's still trying to figure out what kind of creatures standing in front of him, the kid just got grabbed up and tossed toward him. His instinct kicked in and literally kicked the boy in his face. His thought, now back to the situation at hand, tried to help the kid get up and find out why they did what they did. The kid explain to him that he and the other guy was betting whether Alistair was blind or not, which now seemed to be not. The bizarre duo introduced themselves as Valar, a ex-bounty hunter and Yuldra, a human monk.

Yudra's looking with a stature an often-mistaken-of-being-11 has of a smaller appearance than average 16 years old, bearing a brown skin, a slim slightly oval face accompanied with jet black hair and dark brown eyes prove his heritage in this part of the Holy Taraman Empire. For clothing, he wears an outer linen white jacket with cloths bands rolling over his stomach. On his neck, a small necklace pendant with one human finger bone hidden inside; the only thing that connects him to his past. On the other hand, Valar's a hobgoblin ranger but he hides every inches of his ash red skin that might be exposed and reveal his true race with clothes and cloak due to the falling of the nation of the five houses empire, which make others despite the entire hobgoblin race. He wear a trench coat over a breastplate and an axe on the back. He furthermore wears a mask resemble a kenku to hide his face as well though he usually leave the hood off and show his braided black hair.

When the trio was trading more words, rudely but not to the point of making a fuss out of it, an old farmer rushed in the in and talked to the employee inside. After a short while, the trio decided to follow the old man's step as well. They asked for work:

- Oy, waiter boy, we would like some works. Said the big and birdy looking guy.

- Nothing to be done here, really. Our staff is full. The employee confusingly responded.

- Oh, sorry, I meant any bounty or works for mercenary here, please. Valar said and pulled down his masked a bit.

- Ah, Mercenary eh? You and your pals don't look like adventurers to me. Especially that kid... Wait, actually, there was an old man said he need help with something, small but work nonetheless. We could you an extra hand on that, like a test run to show your capabilities before we can trust to give you something bigger. There may even some gold for you, after minus our share of course. What say you?

- Well, we'll take it then. And I need more information for this.

- Sure things, just ask the old guy. the bartender then quickly turn to call the old man back.

He made a little conversation to the farmer and then they shook hands and signed. The old man explained the dire situation that his village was attacked by a horde of goblin and they will not survive another attack as the winter is coming. He sniffled and urged them to go there to help him and his village. Valar asked the old man to sign his contract as well, which was Just a piece of old paper so that the old man can mark his thumb as signatures. This was Valar's sense of duty so that he see the job through without dropping it to save his own arse.

   The team, now call themselves the Entourage, quickly made there way to the Campli Forrest with the least grudges with town guards. Without carefully preparation, the Entourage decided to go after the goblin right away. With his cunning, Valar make Alistair a huge bait with food and light while he and Yudra hide nearby waiting to ambush. Their "almost perfect" plan didn't go so well, if not say backfired so hard one of them almost died. The night quickly fell upon them. The insidious goblin with their vast party outnumbered the team and ambushed them back. They trapped the young boy in a net and shoot him out so fast that the Reaper was late to pick up his souls. The others of the team while still outnumbered, pushed the invading party back. Valar rushed in to stabilized Yudra while Alistair scared the last of the goblins off. Realized they have endangered themselves by being so stupidly underestimating those little bastards and staying will definitely finish them off, the Entourage pulled themselves out of the forest as quick as possible.

In Lady Luck's smile, "the Ranger" did manage to lead his team back out to safety. For now.