A merchant caravan was traveling from Waterdeep to Greenest. A varied crew accompanied it. Lorea, a well-dressed half-elf fighter was hired to guard the caravan during it’s journey. Cale, a well-worn human cleric of Helm came to ensure the medical supplies were protected. Erevan, a sneaky half-elf thief motives were unclear. Connor, a wood elf who clearly spends more time with the woods than with people, joined as he had business
in Greenest. And Reverence a quiet female human of no apparent profession rounded out the crew.
Upon reaching the outskirts of Greenest they found the city aflame and under siege by a blue dragon, Lennithon, and bands of strange human cultists and kobolds. The rest of the party stayed behind to protect the wagons or because they didn’t want to get involved, however Cale rushed headlong into danger, followed a little reluctantly by Reverence. They found a family in peril from a band of kobolds. After a fiery melee, literally, Cale was felled by the kobolds before Reverence eradicated them by revealing some potent spellcasting ability.
At the insistence of the wagon owners, the caravan picked up the family and headed to the safety of the town keep. Along the way more encounters with cultists and kobolds felled two more of the group, Lorea and Connor. The kobolds proved formidable in groups. That left just Reverence and Erevan. After dispatching one group and evading another, the wagon ran up to a third and failed to turn aside before they were noticed. The couple driving the wagon flogged the horses to top speed while Erevan leaped from the wagon and heaved himself up to the rooftop. Erevan was able to distract the pursuers with arrows from his hidden location, and then stealthily made his way to the keep. Upon reaching the keep the fallen members were revived and they met a dwarf named Escobar the Red, or Red for short. After talking to the battle-worn Governor Nighthill they agreed to help the residents of Greenest.
First, an old underground tunnel into the keep was cleared of rats, nasty rats. The tunnel opened to a nearby stream. A group of cultists and kobolds was quickly dispatched as the group began to gel as a party. A kobold prisoner was interrogated for information yielding the dragon’s name (Lennithon). The tunnel was secure and could be used to sneak in townsfolk outside of the keep.
Next the southern entrance to the keep had been breached and the door needed mending. After quickly dispatching a room of kobolds, cultists and a priest in another display of coordinated teamwork, repairs began on the door. Reverence’s profession becomes even more clear as she begins repairing the door through magic. Before she can finish another squad approaches. Using the narrow hall to their advantage Lorea holds the line as the others dispatch the squad. The door is then mended and the keep is secure.
The dragon’s assault turns to the keep itself now. Guards are struck down by the white fire of the dragon. The party climbs the keep tower and attempts to repel the dragon. Through the cleansing fire of Helm the dragon sustains its first minor injuries. Angered by the annoyance the dragon rushes the tower and prepares a killing breath. Lorea braces for defense while Eravan fires a brilliant shot hitting the dragon in the nostril. Greatly frustrated the dragon breaks off its attack and departs.
And there was much rejoicing.