The Return of Shadow, D&D 3.5 homebrew

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Izu Viselle

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The temple of Pelor caters to the sick and needy, healing any who come regardless of their ways or faith. Rufus Tageret is the ranking priest of three clerics at the temple. (Stereotypical Pelor temple)
Several weeks ago a large group of dwarves came into the region and built a small earthen battlement out of a hill a quarter mile from town. According to rumor there is something going on in the Iron Hills, exactly what is unknown and the subject of conjecture.

Izu, Tim:

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There is a tapping on the door, If you look out you see a young human boy, no more than a dozen summers of age on him. His clothes are plain, but well made, the pocketed vest he wears bears the symbol of Pelor, a god of the sun and healing.
“Sir,” he says if you speak or open the door, “Is there a mister Arthurson there, I have a note for him.”

If you open the door the boy will hand Tim a note and quickly leave

In a neat precise style the note says simply:
Dear sir, my name is Rufus Tageret, I am a cleric at the temple of Pelor near the center of town, and have been asked by an injured party to invite capable individuals here to speak of employment. If you are interested, then come to the temple today at midday, further information will then be forthcoming.

sorry for teh slow responce.
to move things along, it is now noon and i will assume you all go to the temple

Located on the east side of town the ‘temple’ of Pelor is rather plain and unimposing, only notable because of its stone construction rather than the usual wood and log buildings found around these parts.
Inside is plain, with simple flag stone floor many windows and a sun ray motif throughout.

As you arrive you see a small crowd milling about, a vendor has set up shop nearby and is selling fresh apples.
Mong the crowd you see the other PC’s.

A seven foot tall gigan with both a greatsword and greatclub over his brestplate armored back; a wiry man of medium height and build, his ragged brown hair looking unkempt. His equipment gives him away as a warrior of some sort, a long sword and small shield on his back. He walks with a man who is of medium height and build with cinnamon hair over eyes redened and sunken from stress.
There is what looks to be an exceptional specimen of noble breeding and upper class social grooming when as you look upon him from a distance. Alluring emerald eyes shine as gems set in a pristine mask of ivory wreathed in lustrous auburn locks of flowing hair. His green eyes are slightly sunken to give the appearance that he has missed more than his fair share of soundly slept nights. His sleeves are sliced to ribbons past the midpoint of the forearm and stained a pinkish hue.

Order of arrival is order of posted response.

When you first enter you see several clerics and petitioners talking, a young boy dressed like the messenger who delivered your note is lighting a row of candles ringed around a large bronze sun statue located on the wall opposite the door.
An older man with a short grey beard and staff marked with the sun symbol of Pelor takes note of your entrance, his gaze noting your dress and manor.
"Ah, you must be the warriors I was told about, I am Rufus Tageret, high preist of Pelor, I will take you to the your prospective employer."

if there are no questions; He leads you the rear of the temple where there is a door leading a hall with several doors lined up on the either side. He knocks one as he opens it an inside is a bed, and laid upon is a dwarf with his broken legs held aloft by a brace. To his right beside the bed is a stand with a suit of platemail hanging from and a large warhamer leaning on the bedside.
The dwarf in the bed is gazing upon a map and looks up as Rufus enters.

"What 'tis it there priest?” he askes.

“I have brung the individuals who responded to my notes master dwarf.”

“Well, bring ‘em in then, I’ll see if’n their fit for workin.”

While the room is small, there is room for all of you to enter although heavy movement is rather restricted.

After you all enter:
“Well, I supose it’ll do. Thank ye Rufus, can ye shut the door on yer way out?”

Rufus nods and leaves.

“Well, yer probably wondering what this is all about, and its quite simple, I need ye to go in the mountains and start up a forge fer me. I would of course be willin to pay fer this service, but I dina exactly have much in the way of gold but have worked goods that ye’d be welcome to.”

He pulls a piece of paper from under the map on his bed and turns it so you all can see, it a list of goods, weapons, armors and what have you.