Get Equipped: The Party Begins its Journey

You sit in a dusty mead hall, sharpening your katana and thinking furtively about magic. You think of all the wizards you've bested and the unlucky ones still to come. You wear a hide cap, chain mail capable of deflecting 25% fire damage, a diamond helm and, around your well-traveled neck, an amulet that glows with mysterious, arcane energy. Even you do not grasp the power and deep meaning of this accessory. But lo, you soon shall.

A large bearded man of Dominican descent enters the hall. At first, you mistake him for a furry Orca whale. He introduces himself as David Ortiz a level 23 DH, and a useful brawler, if I do say so myself. His eyes burn like hot little stones and he grits his teeth when he pledges his life to your noble quest of smashing up Orcs and stuff.

You introduce him to the rest of your party: Soriano, a lvl 25 OF with great spd ratings but a poor luck modifier and Youklis a powerful 3B, who, to look at him would evoke images of tall buildings had you ever seen such edifices. Out of the shadows appears your last party member, the oldest wizard in the books, a spindly crow of a being, Randy Johnson. His beard looks like the tail of some reptile and the man himself reminds you of a lizard crossed with ten snakes, but at least three times as powerful. He says something powerful and ominous that I choose not to print here for fear of it falling into a muggles hands. Powerful stuff, indeed.

With your katanas ready, your party leaves into the night and nothing but the night, to a place where monsters wait to eat the shit out of you.