4E Campaign Needing One More Person

Hey needing one more person for our 4E Game we are looking for someone who will play!

Hello, may I ask what time / day, and level of characters, and what sort of role is needed? Thanks!

we have a warlock artificer guardian assassin bard and fighter so a mage or some damage caster would be awesome. We play on Sundays around 9 PM EST

Are you still looking for players? And do you have any particular rules regarding races, character builds, levels, etc.? Edit: btw that link wont work since it goes directly to the player part of the game, not the public part.

we are no limit on characters really although we are looking for a fighter now as long as a race has a book and isnt homebrewed its fine

Does it have to be a fighter or are other defenders/classes allowed, such as Swordmage?

Hey, i'm looking into getting into another campaign. I could play swordmage or invoker depending on the parties needs. :) 24/m avaiable sunday nights and roll20/skype friendly

Hey I need a time on this day Im CST and can't play except on monday-thursday 4pm and later I have a backstory and really really need a group that actually hits all sessions

Race: human class sorcerer : Name: Seifer Age at time of party arrival:21 Backstory: Seifer was born out in the wilds alone with his parents. They were content almost happy, until that fateful day when his father was chopping wood. His father heard the howls he knew what they were but he needed the wood to warm his hearth. The axe blazed through the wood as the man rushed to complete the task. The howls were getting closer and he let his mind wander. The axe slipped from his grasp and cut into his leg like a bird's beak after a worm. A dark shadow rushed from a bush and into one a few feet from the man as a scream escaped his lips. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder then a red stain covered his upper torso. He ripped the axe from his leg and slung it over his shoulder into a wolf's head. More howls came from the rising darkness. His wound wa bad he had to get home before more wolves arrived. the wind blew around him with great strength it almost pusshed him down he struggled to keep running. Suddenly more shadows ran past im from the bushes three wolves stood in his way. He tried to run past but as he ran inbetween two they latched their jaws into his sides. He screamed out in pain. Suddenly two arrows rushed from the darkness into the wolves skulls. blood splatered on the cold ground as the third lunged another arrow locked it's self into it's spine. A cloaked man rushed into the scene and lifted the man up and hobbled him home. Upon entering the house the man's wife rushed to him and hobbled him to the bed. As they set him down he let out groans of pain. The wound was deep, too deep to treat with the current supplies at hand. The stranger did his best to stop the bleeding but the wolves teeth were like serrated knives they had destroyed the tissue. That's where seifer's dad died. His mother broke down in the floor of the log cabin. The man introduced himself as Darren. Seifer's mother asked the man to take her son to safety she can't take care of him anymore not without her husband. Darren accepted and told her that if he went she would never see him again still she insisted. Darren's voice shook the room it seemed as he called for the boy and asked him if he has ever seen magic. The boy replied with whats that? Darren said it's the force that runs through veins I'm surprised it hasn't shown. Upon that note Darren took him to learn the ways of a sorcerer.