|The_Golden_Mummy aka DM|
The bustling desert city of Wati is near bursting with excitement. Adventurers from every corner of the Inner Sea region, such as yourselves, have assembled here beneath the hot Osirian sun to explore the tombs of the city’s necropolis, waiting only to be assigned their first sites for exploration in the upcoming lottery. Surrounding the participants, the public has gathered to observe the ceremony as well. There is a festival-like quality in the air, and numerous street vendors are hawking goods and refreshments to participants and spectators alike. Some merchants have even brought what can only be considered adventuring gear to sell as last minute convenience items to explorers, while others advertise that they’ll buy recovered treasures and antiquities from those who visit their establishments.
Amid the heat and the sand, you find yourself crammed in the corner of the Sunburst Market in the center of the city, between the Grand Mausoleum and Abadar’s Sanctum of Silver and Gold. Around you, 23 other "explorers" of different races (dwarf, humans, gnomes, elves, and even a halfling), stand waiting to be called. "The Unaffiliated" is what you and them were called, if you remember correctly what the clerk who took your name down, said. Those explorers who did not have an official charter or adventuring company name. According to the clerk, only one band of five unaffiliated explorers was allowed to enter the lottery but first, there would be a lottery of the 24 or so adventurers. So you basically had to enter and win two lotteries today. No big deal, right? And what did you win a chance at anyway? Unclaimed lost treasures or the right to die violently and painfully in a dark dirty and probably haunted tomb? Hell, the only who can even see in the dark is the sole dwarf standing 20 feet away from you with a sour look on his face.
After a few minutes, a young clerk of no more than 20 years of age, unfurls a Scroll and reads it aloud!
"Alzaar Na' Keth"
"Congratulations, you five have been selected to participate in today's lottery as a team. The rest of you have been excused and we kindly ask that you leave the area."
The other 19 adventurers leave, some with looks of disappointment, others with congratulations for the five of you, and others with dirty looks for you and the process. Hell, the dwarf, the only one who could see in the dark, was not selected!
A young priest, dressed in Pharasman garb, with a quill in his hand and papyrus in his other, approaches the five of you. "I know you've all just met, but I'm going to need a name for your band to enter into the lottery records before it begins. Please mull it over and I'll be back in a few minutes. Welcome to Wati!"
So as you stare at your companions, you hope each of them is competent enough to keep you alive long enough to enjoy the fruits of your lucky selection!