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Sorry it took me so very long to get this posted! Life, as always, delays. I will be continuing the game now, although there may be further delays depending on RL. I will attempt my best to ensure they are minimized!

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Our intrepid heroes have spent the last few weeks training(and leveling up!) at the local guildhouse.

Marissa spent most of her time in the Guildhouse library, a huge vaulted room three stories tall with all the walls lined in bookshelves. Long ladders on tracks allow access to the higher shelves, and the natural lighting comes in through high glassed windows. Ancient, heavy tables with mystic runes instribed around the borders are splintered and scarred by some magical fight long ago. It is a quiet place, perfect for a learning spellcaster to learn a few new spells. Of course, it would have been easier to study if the slim fenec fox librarian, his hindquarters toned by years of shelving books high up on the racks, did not wear a short robe and no smallclothes.

Mekie has spent most of her training time in the practice yard, a sandy, open air square bordered by a porticoed stone walkway. delicate looking carved stone benches are stragetically placed around the yard, giving those practicing within a place to rest between bouts. Mekie used this area to practice her burgeoning whip skill, by mischeviously applying stripes and removing bits of clothing from her sparring partners, and then making it up to them later in the local taverns. And if they were a good sport, after a few tankards upstairs too!

Whault found a very nice chapel on the grounds, and although the clergy were all dedicated to Endymore, the chapel itself was more multidenominational. There was a very nice, quiet cathedral with some lovely inspirational stained glass windows that were the perfect place to worship, and one of them was even dedicated to Mossingtai. Whault also found himself spending a bit of time in that wonderfully bookish library as well, although oddly enough, the librarian did not seem to spend quite so much time shelving those high up books around him...

Na'Nfr spent most of his time avoiding a couple of overly friendly Anubian females who seemed facinated by his peach fur tones. The two rather busty females(one an Anubian priestess with golden fur, the other a rogue with a lighter, almost cream fur) spent quite a bit of time sneaking up on him so they can watch the Swordsage during his meditation or sword Katas, practically leering at him. Oddly enough, word around the Guildhouse is that with the exception of our intrepid Swordsage, those two were more interested in each other's company then the masculine members of the guild.

Indipendantly, then as a group during training, each of our heroes met the intrepid Sir Albus, an adventuring foreign knight. A pale white feline, Sir Albus was slim but well muscled. Although from a royal house, Sir Albus has fallen on hard times, having traveled far from home on an epic, and thus far, fruitless quest for a holy relic - a chalace of mystic worth. Having abandoned or sold most of his equipment, he retains a breastplate and a few knightly arms, most notably a morning star dubbed "Wit's End". Sir Albus has decided that, while he still feels the need to complete his holy quest, he is at a loss for where to search for it next and at a bit of a loss for funding as well. He recently joined the guild in the hopes of doing a little "fieldwork" in the hopes of turning up some clues as to where he could find the fabeled "Chalice of Magnamanity". Or at least turn up a little treasure to fund his continued search. After meeting each of you separately, Sir Albus runs into the four of you at a local tavern, and after a bit of drinking and socializing, asks if you might be seeking a new member to your party. Perhaps one used to being a "meat shield"?

Finding a fifth member and replacement for long-lost Jaedan, the party eventually makes it's way to the local guildhouse assignment office, where they are told there are three quests that the guild believes might be appropriate.

A local apothacary is in search of a valueable and rare herb for making medicines to be harvested from the trackless jungles to the west. Gold to be paid upon delivery of goods

Rumors of a gathering of dangerous and nefarous sand witches in the dusty deserts to the east. The local constabulatory is willing to outfit the party with equipment and supplies, and pay a modest fee to any adventurers willing to spend a few weeks combing the deserts in search of these criminals. There are rumors of loot from waylaid caravans.

A princess in need of rescuing from a dragon in the mountains to the north. Her father offers a royal reward(unspecified) for her return. And of course, dragons always have treasure hordes, right?

Now the party just needs to decide which way they want to go...