NOTE: By now you probably figured out that the two groups are the two PC groups meeting, so I suppose we can quit the charade. But your PCs themselves have neve met, so let's roleplay through that part.

The priest introduces himself as Kahan and says, "I do not know much about the Black Curse, I admit. We are not from this planet. It is a long story, but if you come out of the fog we can talk, although I do not fault you for your caution, as I do not how how the disease is transmitted. We know of a cure, that is why we must return to the village, to find an elder gnome who knows how to make it with the ingredients we found," he explains. "We really must hurry, though, I do not know how much longer we, or the gnomes who are afflicted, will survive the disease."

The groups step closer, put at ease but still strangers to each other.

There are 12 total:

A male human priest
A half-elf female druid
A halfling male thief
A grey elf male wizard.
An old male gnome.
A young male gnome.
A human male monk.
A human male warrior.
A female elf priest
A female drow bladesinger
A half-elf male ranger
A young male wizard pulling a handcart.

NOTE: You may want to take a brief moment to introduce yourselves--appearance as well as anything else of note. If these are not done in the next couple of days, I will step in and do it for absent players--you know who you are (but probably aren't reading this) :)
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Kahan, the priest who was speaking for the group, introduces himself once the others emerge from the mists. "I am Kahan Singh, a humble priest of Tyr. We came from this planet's sister, through a long, complicated series of events that we went through to try to prevent the destruction of our world. An evil mage named Tarimar is responsible, and we followed him here, where we met (drow guy) who told us of the Curse and how to cure it. The ingredients are already at the village, or they should be, and we need to hurry there to save our lives," he explained. The younger man stood around 5'10", wearing plate mail armor under white and red robes, with a large backpack and shield on his back. A mace hangs on his belt, as well as a simple sling. He looks to be about 25, and to have been through a very rough time, covered in dirt and grime, like the others.

The female half-elf steps forward. "I am Shae Shadowglen, a mountain elf shapechanger and druid. I seek to protect my ancestors and preserve the natural way of things." The half-elf clings to her magical ancestral spear. "We have been through much and seek to quickly return to the hearth and heal our friends. She also introduces Sark and Geebo to the group. "Sark is a gnome translator we rescued, and Geebo has been our young guide from the gnome village.

The young wizard pulling the cart steps forward. He has long black hair and appears in his early 20s. "My name is Zaron. I am a follower of Ashe. My magic is still apprentice level, but with one exception: I have a gift for reading magic and making it come out perfect regardless of level or difficulty. So spells from scrolls, no matter the level, are easy for me. And reading and languages are what I love to do. I think I shall have much in common with Sark here."

He indicates the Drow, human warrior, elf priest, and half elf male ranger. "I sought these adventurers out individually. I have a parchment rubbing in Ancient Allevian, a dead language using symbols and pictographs that only a few can read. It is a rubbing from the Xren Codex, given to me by my master, Ashe. He gave it to me because it specifically talks of me, and of them."

He pauses, looking over Kahan, Shae, Tahldar and Leo. "And perhaps of you as well. Do you know a warrior named Borimer?"

"My name is Tahldar. I am a magician." A man of Grey elven lineage says simply to the new group. A thin wisp of a man, he is dressed in once fine clothes. Now battered and worn from ceaseless adventuring.

"I can read and write both Allevian and ancient Allevian if you want me to look at your parchment." he adds to Zaron. "But not now. We need to return to the village as quickly as possible."

The human warrior who approached with the whipsword steps forward. He is very tall (6'5") and in exquisite physical shape, marred by many ugly stars over his head and face so that he is actually quite repulsive and even scary looking. "I am Vegren Stoneroot, a human warrior. I apologize for coming on so strong earlier. I was raised among harsh mercenaries where we give no quarter to enemies. It appears we shall be friends, not enemies."

"Yes, Borimer was one of our companions, but a telepathic enemy of ours recently teleported him to an unknown location. I hope we may find him, and that he still lives," Kahan responds regretfully.

The half-elf ranger decides to introduce himself next. He wields dual bone swords and leather armor, covered by a black cloak. "I am Rathyl Dragonbone. I also can transform into several types of animals, and befriend the animals of the forest. I suffered much persecution at being only 'half' elf and found refuge in the forest."

"My name is Renakaris," says the ebony-skinned elf, not considering for a second any need to comment on the fact. "I am versed in blade and spell." Renakaris gestures at her longsowrd and waves a flourish with her fingers. She wears extremely fine meshed chanin mail.

The female elven priest says, "My name is Sariel Sylvaranth." She seems hesitant to share too much with these strangers yet.

"Do you know where Borimer is?  Have you seen him recently?" Tahldar asks the others.

The drow asks, "Is the Curse contagious? Tell us about it if you wish to be joining with us. You can understand this caution I'm sure."
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