So, it comes as no surprise to the party when a microscopic-sized black hole comes floating through your newly repaired roof one afternoon. It is January 15th, 1372. Outside, the temperature is a balmy -5F, though the cold wind makes it feel like -40F. It is overcast, and there is 3' of snow on the ground.
The micro-black hole drifts down into the kitchen, where you sit enjoying an afternoon snack by the fire. Then, just as Stephen Hawking predicted, tens of millenia ago, it begins to evaporate.
Many strange things fly out of it as it rapidly anhillates itself: among them a kitchen sink, a Donna Summer disco album, a Star Trek communicator, the Watergate tapes and a '93 Ford Escort.
Strangest of all, however, are the five people who suddenly pop out of it, just before the black hole ends its existance with a loud pop.
Sitting on the kitchen floor, looking dazed, are: a man, a male half-elf, another man, yet another man, and finally, for variety, a fourth man.
One of the men gets up from the floor. He says, "Hail! I am Tully. We are a group out of Delith and landed here somehow. How are you? Please let me tell you that we do not have hostile intent, but are only explorers. My companions are Dithion (he points at Dithion), Chilgith, Tassier and Morteft."
Vardui, a rather nondescript-looking high elf, shrugs.
"Hostile intent?" he asks. "Do we look paranoid or something? Want a cup of tea?"
Tully says, "We have run into a couple of paranoids before. So, I figured best to be up front." He smiles. "No thanks on the tea, though. I am more an ale person."
Morteft says, "I would love a bit of tea."
Dithion nods as well.
Chilgith says to Tully, "I am not paranoid. I know that is what you meant."
Tully rolls his eyes.
Tassier just chuckles.
You look over Tully and each in turn.
Tully has long black hair pulled back into a long pony tail. The dark hair stands out in contrast to his pale skin and light blue eyes. He smiles as you observe him. He wears a simple black outfit of cotton... breeches, shirt and high leather boots. A long cloak finishes the outfit. At his side hangs a longsword in an old leather scabbard. He wears black leather armor over his normal clothing.
Dithion wears a simple brown robe. A wide leather belt pulls the robe tight around his narrow waist. A large pouch hangs on the belt. Although not an impressive figure in weight or height, the club that he rests on his shoulder draws your attention immediately. He looks about, a thin smile on his face, and runs his hand through his short cropped blonde hair. His hazel eyes seem to dart everywhere, an amused expression evident. Still, your eyes go back to the club...a huge ugly thing. It looks to have been torn directly from a tree! Dirt and dents cover it. The bark is shredded and is stained. On his back is a worn leather backpack that looks to be filled to capacity.
Chilgith smiles and his green eyes go wide when he sees you. He giggles a bit and then puts his hand to his mouth quickly. He then mutters something to himself. At his belt is a dagger. Tucked into his belt next to it is a wand as well. His hand drops from his mouth to the wand and then to his side again. He strikes you as the nervous type. He giggles nervously when introduced. He pulls on the straps of his backpack now and again as he shuffles from foot to foot.
Tassier looks serious for a man that is half an elf. His brown hair is cut short. He wears brown cloathing over which he wears a black cloak. He smiles and nods at each in turn, but doesn't say anything. He wears leather armor and at his belt is a longsword. On his back is a stuff backpack.
Morteft is handsome for a human. His brown eyes move quickly... almost as quickly as the smile that appears when he catches someone's eye. Of average height and weight, he looks a bit older than he probably should do to his worn mage's robes. The green and yellow of the robes have faded and been stained. On his back is a backpack and upon it is a small winged reptillian creature. It watches everyone in the room intently. Hanging from his belt is a dagger and a quiver. The quiver holds what appears to be several wands and a couple of rods. In his hands is a gold coin. He flips it a couple times out of habit.
"So what are you guys doing here?" asks Vardui, breaking the growing silence. "Stick around and rest up. It must have been awfully uncomfortable in that black hole. Who Knows, maybe something interesting will happen here."