The first gathering of our new heroes happens in the besieged town of Greenest, a small farming community among the rolling hills and fields of the Sword Coast greenlands.
Strangers travelling by caravan, our group of heroes were merely weary travelers looking forward to a warm meal and dry place to sleep when they approached the town at dusk. Confusion overcame the travelers, for as they approached, the sounds of battle could be heard and the town was a glow in firelight. Shadows and smoke played across the valley as a scene of carnage developed before the travelers.
Raiders chased the villagers from their homes, setting them alight and cutting down those brave enough to resist. Immediately in front of our heroes ran a wounded man dragging several small children while a woman clutching a broken spear and shield did her best to keep their attackers at bay. As a group of snarling kobolds spread out around her, she cast a frightened look at the heroes and begged “help us won’t you? They are killing us all!”
Unable to allow innocents to be cut down and slaughtered, this ragtag band of strangers leap into action. They drew their weapons and immediately came to the aid of the woman and her family, fighting off the kobolds, allowing the villagers to flee to the relative safety of the local lord’s tower. As they made their way to the tower at the center of the village, they were able to successfully protect a dozen more villagers from harm, helping them all safely reach the keep.
Once there our new heroes quickly introduced themselves before meeting with the town’s leaders, Governor Tarbaw Nighthill and the master of the tower, Castellan Escobert the Red. At their urging, the heroes would make several sorties from the tower to rescue villagers and drive off raiders. Their biggest victory of the evening came when the heroes were able to sneak out of the tower by an old escape tunnel and make their way to the village temple. Trapped inside the temple were dozens of villagers who had gathered there for safety. Unfortunately, the raiders had surrounded the temple and were threatening burn it down. The heroes were able to sneak thru the raiders lines, enter the temple and help all the villagers escape back to the tower.
As the night and the raid wore on, the raiders eventually surrounded the tower. A large reptilian warrior stepped forward and issued a challenge to the defenders. On display behind him were several villagers who had been taken captive. The warrior demanded that a village champion meet him in single combat or he would kill the captives one at a time. One of the defenders in the tower, Sergeant Markguth, recognizes his sister and children as the warrior’s captives and rushes to challenge him but is restrained by Escobert the Red and several other guardmen. It is then that Governor Nighthill approaches the heroes and asks if one of their number would step forward and answer this warrior’s challenge.
After a moment’s hesitation, the heroes begin to look around at one another when the dwarf among them, Yasdruc Grumblehorn hefts his axe and says “aye, I will fight the big beastie.”
Yasdruc, the rest of the heroes and several guardsmen leave the tower and approach the warrior waiting for them. As they approach the warrior, they can see him clearly for the first time. Standing nearly seven feet tall, covered in fine blue scales with bright yellow reptilian eyes, the warrior is clad in fine scale armor and hoisting a large two-handed blade. He is an imposing sight.
The warrior introduces himself as Langdedrosa Cyanwrath. He is pleased that a defender has answered his challenge and immediately releases the children held captive as a sign of goodwill. He then promises that the woman will also come to no harm, unless anyone interferes in the challenge.
With that, the single combat begins. Cyanwrath and Yasdruc circle each other for a moment, looking for weaknesses before the large half-dragon lunges straight towards the dwarf. Aided by some skill in the arcane arts, the dwarf manages to keep the half-dragon at bay for several minutes, giving as good as he gets. Yet eventually though, he tires and Cyanwrath moves in for the kill, easily turning the dwarves weary axe aside and plunging his blade deep into his flesh. He lingers for a moment, watching the life drain from Yasdruc’s pale face before dropping the dwarf, turning and striding away. As the dwarf lay in the dirt, life seeping from his broken body, the last thing he sees is the raiders releasing the prisoners and fading into the night.