Chapter One - Part One: Greenest In Flames

Memories flooded through Octavia. A raw, screaming, the smell of blood. Then another thought superscedes it. Never again. The cleric lets out a growl and turns to the Governer. 'Get every one in shelter as low down as possible. The tunnel if you can. The rest of you follow. Now!

She couldn't fight a dragon. She'd already learned that. But she could poss one off long enough to distract it from everyone else. Then maybe she too could run for cover. 'Oi blue. Surprised you showed up, given you're coward enough to let kobolds do your dirty work.' She waits only a second before her spear follows her words. She starts to run for a ballista before even seeing if it hits.

Zachary and Kirsk, you are both terrified at the sight of the blue dragon. Kirsk, you start to pray to Bahamut to help you find strength. You look up and you see Octavia grab a spear, put down the dragon verbally and in one fluid motion chuck the spear in a beautiful arch. The dragon sounds stunned that anyone would talk to it the way that Octavia just did, "Coward!? Who-". The spear hits Lennithon right around the eye, leaving a gash across his eye socket, the blood spurting out into the night air. Lennithon roars and hesitates, its voice seething with rage. "Adventurers...this isn't worth the hassle, my idiot son can take care of you". Lennithon raises high into the air and flies away, the silence once again spreading across the parapet only punctuated by the moans, sobs and screams of the injured archers. Some of the priests rush up from the courtyard to help them. Governor Nighthill comes over to Octavia, a look of awe and disbelief on his face. "I can't believe that you just did that...you've saved countless lives here today". He walks over to the edge of the parapet and curses, "They're gone...the're just gone". He sighs in relief, but his face still looks worried. "I guess the dragon was mostly just a distraction. If they were here to get wealth, they've certainly had enough time to do that. Thank you all so much for your help. I suggest you get some rest here in the keep, we've got bedrolls if you need them. I know it's not much but it's all we have right now with the amount of people here. Come and see me in the morning, I have a proposal I'd like to discuss with you".

The loss of adrenaline as the immediate threat of the dragon and the raiders subside, makes you all feel exhausted. You get shown to a quiet spot by the stables where you can roll your bedrolls out. The weather is luckily mild so a night outside shouldn’t be an issue and you quickly fall asleep. The battle of Greenest is over, but something is brewing on the horizon.