About The Plano Roleplayers Group

Jordan looked over to a small goblin doing acrobatics in the street. The fellow had a long staff at least a foot taller than him that he used to propel him self up to do flips and handstands with relative ease. A pointed dirty old hat lay on the group next to its feet where he looked to have set to allow watchers to give money if they liked his performance. Jordan sighed as he thought how little money there was to be had by the persons of this town. He looked around the wharf at the many out of work adventurers that were standing around watching the energetic goblin tumble and twirl. 'Too many looking for the same work,? Jordan thought sourly as he looked at the assembled group of vagabonds. Though, his job was not to worry, but to keep the peace with these out of work mercenaries.

Across from where he was sitting he could see the merchant Arthus working out a deal to have some guards for his caravan. He will only take the strongest group because the roads had become dangerous. A Purple Worm had been spotted in the area and that thing had made it hard on the town because trade was not as safe, but that is why all these "heroes" were here in hopes to slay that creature. Why would anyone seek out death so willingly; he guessed he would never know, but again it was not his place to worry what other men do with their lives, only to keep the peace here.

There was a slight commotion coming from where the goblin was tumbling, and Jordan looked back to see four men surrounding the Goblin. A big grizzled man spoke, "You need to leave creature, you are not welcome!"

The goblin looked at the man and spat, "I do not believe I need nor care to listen to a cretin such as yourself. You obviously lack intelligence to keep hygienic, sadly at the cost of befouling your skin, clothes, and the company you keep. So I take you as a fool trying to advise the king on matters of war. I say to you this, leave idiot with your company of dotes before your smell soils my delicate Nose!!" Silence fell with bewildering looks as all took in what was said. None I think had ever heard a goblin speak common so affluently and with a repertoire such as the likes of which he used.

The grizzled man only looked stunned for a second before understanding and anger welled up in his face. There was a sing of steel and a flash of red as the man and his companions hit the goblin from all sides. Stunned as I was I was slow to react and was only able to pull up my crossbow and shout, "Halt..." before it happened.

Time seemed to slow down for that moment as I watched the goblin slam down his staff. As it hit an eruption of wind spun around the goblin and all of his attackers were flung 50ft in the air, as I was pushed on my back by the force of the wind I saw the grizzled man slam through the roof of a building. As quick as it had come it had gone and I was able to finally reach my feet. I looked around for the goblin and saw him no where and blood seemed to have spattered everywhere with no evident trail. The only thing unusual was the merchant Arthus, who seemed very pleased and was shaking the hand of the man from earlier with evident pleasure.

Over the next week rumors flew about the visitor and we searched all over the city for him. We could not find him and had to attend other pressing issues such the eight wizards whose spell books were stolen. Quickly the town embraced the idea that he was a wind sprite, come to play. But later that week a trader came into town with a tale of a dead purple worm and a peculiar goblin tugging a stubborn donkey packed high with books. Apparently his name was Giben, and that was how he came to be called Giben the Wind Caller.

We are a group with Tales of heroes and adventuring prospects. We meet together to help players find groups near the Plano area to play RPGs. Come Join us and write your own story.