Our caravan was journeying upon its way, when a shadow fell upon the party on an otherwise cloudless day. The party looked up to see a large dragon tearing its way above them following their road to Greenest. As they ran in fear towards the town, they came upon an overturned wagon surrounded by blood spattered kobolds.
Heedless to the danger, a few of the more foolhardy adventurers, namely Vicorin and Bersesh, charged ahead and attempted to subdue the kobolds by brute force. They were not prepared for the well-aimed slings that brought them down too easily.
As half of the party lay unconscious in front of the kobolds, Caius the mage stepped forward, reached inside his cloak, tossed something in the air and in a moment the kobolds just started dropping where they stood. The kobolds were then summarily dispatched with extreme prejudice.
Magnus, the cleric attended to the wounded and unconscious in front of him while the other members of the party gathered more closely to examine the kobolds and wagon. When out of a fold in the road, a large lizard like creature sprang up, looked over the party, grabbed a kobold in its jaws and trotted off into the horizon.
After their feeble attempt of subduing the kobolds and realizing that greater danger lay in wait, the adventurers decided to hurry to town as quickly as possible. As they drew nearer to Greenest, they realized that not everything was as it appeared. More kobolds and darkly robed figures walked openly in the streets.
As dusk ended and night began, the adventurers determined they were ill prepared to combat kobolds and cultists in such large numbers, so they sought other means of entry into the town. Reviewing the map they shared, they hiked down to the river that flowed along the outskirts of Greenest and floated amongst the tree branches until they reached a point where they could see through the trees and to a road not far from the river banks.
As they climbed out of the river and into the woods, they skulked to the edge of town and in amongst several wooden structures. They snuck to the edge of a large field where the town’s large, freestanding tower stood overseeing the surrounding countryside. Several town guards beckoned to families racing into the keep ahead of the cultists and kobolds.
The adventurers saw 3 or 4 of these parties entering the field across from where they had hidden themselves. As they snuck around trying to find a more advantageous route to the tower, a family fleeing the cultists stumbled into them. Followed quickly by 6 or 7 kobolds and a robed cultist.
Then disaster, disguised as D’vynn, struck both parties. D’Vynn started mumbling to himself and then threw himself into the middle of the kobolds. Some dark tendrils, like snails bursting forward, erupted from D’vynns head and attached to kobolds and to cultist and to adventurer alike. Once D’vynn regained control of himself, Bersesh and Magnus lay dying in the middle of the street along with a few of the family members.
The adventurers searched through Magnus’s pack for a healing kit but couldn’t find one. During their delay and squabbling, Bersesh bled out and succumbed to the snail like tendrils that had eviscerated his tiny gnome body.
Sensing that to delay any further would be madness, they quickly devised a plan to get as many people into the keep as possible. Aelar and Caius crept away to create a diversion so the other party members could make a dash for it.
Aelar and Caius snuck away to a location a few hundred yards away and proceeded to make a ruckus. Then D’Vynn, muttering to himself again, ran in front of the tower and starting gesturing about like a mad man. And then to our astonishment, the cultist parties started fleeing away from the tower. Do wonders never cease?
The remaining adventurers made a dash for the keep. With nary a second to spare, the party and a few other families made the safety of the town’s tower.
Once inside, the town’s lord invited a few of the party into the ramparts to discuss what should be done to save the town. Vicorin, flaunting his membership in the Lords alliance like a dimwitted wanker, unwisely criticized the efforts of the Lord who essentially handed their care to Escobar the castellan.
Escobar made them aware of a few plans they had to secure more information. Now it was up to the party to decide how they would help.