It was a long road to Saltmarsh Village, it was late, and the weather was rather chilly. However there was a lot going on.
From the Spine of The World, A Goliath has made her way to Our Lady of Silver, a temple to Selune, the building seems quiet, too oddly silent for her liking, feeling like there was someone she was supposed to assist and guide. Perhaps it will help and calm the inner storm of voices she has carried around for so long.
Around the Baldur's Gate area, a sell-sword Fighter was asked to assist with ensuring an event at one of the taverns went smoothly, in case of any drunken brawling. Brawling is easy to understand, a family betrayal is not.
From the Dale Lands, a Human Paladin, who had heard of a fun battle of strength, wrestling event happening, whilst always keeping her eyes peeled for wicked creatures that are in desperate need of smiting. Grateful that she no longer has to work for her last boss anymore, thankful for the happy, and maybe a little bloody, accident that happened.
From the Noxidome Settlement, an Aasimar Wrestler (Barbarian) who on search for a foe from his recent past that caused so much pain. A wrestling spot was in need, and as luck would have it he felt able to fill in the shoes. Ready to bring joy to the masses.
From the Pirate Isles, A Tiefling Rogue/ Monk figure sneaking into town was able to slip unnoticed, heading towards her mark, someone who would be wrestling. And yet, she felt a pull to a temple she'd never been to before. And yet her feet felt like they knew the way, that she had to go there. Perhaps she is slowly starting to allow herself to become independent instead of a mindless spy or assassin for the group she grew up in.
These stangers are about to meet each other, and soon to form the party Thornleaf, and to make their deities, Lliira, Selune, and Tyr proud of what they will accomplish, be proud of their followers, and the influence that they begin to have in the world around them.