Ch. 1 - It Was Supposed To Be A Simple Job

1245 AEC, 8th of Thorom, Huan

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Fall has been taking its time to transition, though the breeze is certainly becoming cooler. Harvests are begining to take place as crops of all sorts are ripe and ready to be done so.
Your little grouping was assigned a simple task: travel to an abandoned fort not too far south of the settlement of Winterhaven, in the Ten Thousand Horns region. The cartographer that hired your services isn't offering much: only 25 gp each. However, as hazard pay, you are permitted to loot anything left that is there. Why you required their permission, you have little idea.

You began to your little "quest" northward from the region of White Wolf Valley, from the city of Overdale. Currently, you all are about two days out from there, and about a day and a half from your destination.

After taking some time to rest, your party moves on up the road.
As the sun glides in the sky, putting the time to about 3 o'clock, the wind picks up a bit. The tall grass around the road sways and waves with it.
It's been some time since you've last seen another person on the road. The last you recall was a small caravan coming down from Winterhaven. They stopped briefly to repair an out of place wheel; a task you assisted with and were thanked for with a few extra trail rations. They spoke of a rumor that the leader of Winterhaven, Lord Padraig, is putting up a reward on finding a missing person. Unfortunately, the caravaneer didn't get much info about who went missing and suggested asking about it if they stop there.

Half an hour goes by and it seems that the grass is becoming agitated by the wind. Or, maybe, it's something else?

Sokolov and Moloh are taken by the tall grass as it waves to and fro.
Saer, on the other hand, recognizes that the agitated patches are actually moving towards their trio. Something is in the grass!
As the enemies wading through the grass appear, the party is surprised by a group of seven Kobolds attacking in broad daylight! They snarl, bark, yip, and yap! A few of them are wielding slings, while others with clubs are at the front.
Unfortunately, they do not look like they can be bargained with.

One of the kobolds at the back lets loose what can only be described as a war cry. The others around it bounce with excitement before four of them charge the party! With their clubs ready, they swing! Two of them at Sokolov's bovine legs, and the other two assault Saer!
Meanwhile, the three that hadn't charged load small stones into slings and began hurling them at the party. As they fly, one flies in the direction of the bullman, while the other two are on a course to strike Moloh!