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

Saer's attack goes wide, while Moloh dashes forwards and brings their sickle up and under their neck, slitting and dropping it. The other two slingers look astonished that someone would rush up like that.
Sokolov, looks down at the pair of little reptilian jerks that just bashed his legs. After bellowing a mighty roar, his trident glides through the top of one of their skills. It sinks to the ground with only a small, high-pitched yelp.

Moloh's attack on the rear Kobolds puts them on their toes. After the previous kill, the other two do their best to dodge the next attack.

Saer, tired already of being accosted by these little draconids, grasps their club in both hands and swings. It collides with the kobold on his right first, its head coming clean off. But with such momentum, the club, and head, continue their course and land on the next target: the other kobold! It looks utterly surprised by the chances before being flung to the side, dead.

Sokolov, after plucking his trident from the corpse of the kobold he just killed, brings it back up and tries to do away with the other one. Unfortunately, with the momentum he put behind his attack, he finds himself not only missing, he trips! He falls to the dirt road with a great thud and cloud of dirt. There is a silver lining, however, as he felt something go crunch beneath him - the other kobold attacking him not in sight.

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The remaining two enemies, about to pair up on Moloh, take a look around and realize their situation. They were seven strong coming in, now reduced to just the duo.
The yap at each other briefly. Fear thoroughly in their eyes, they disengage! Fleeing into the tall grass, their forms quickly disappear. It seems they bit off more than they could chew.

As Saer looks over the bodies, disregarding their weapons and few spoils, he finds a small medallion on each corpse.

After clearing the road of the kobold cadavers, Sokolov, Saer, and Moloh continue on their way to Winterhaven to possibly report the attack and get directions towards the tower they were paid to map.

Upon reaching the gates, Moloh is approached by a courier. After exchanging the letter, they are a bit disturbed. They bid farewell to Saer and Sokolov and take back down the road on some mysterious journey.

The pair, now a person shorter, enter the wooden gates of Winterhaven. The place seems rather simple as it was once just a fort, now turned into a town. The settlement is run by Lord Padreig from his manor tucked into the center.
Thinking it best to find a place to rest from their trek and fill up on food and drink, the pair find their way to a tavern called Mera's Hearth.

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Inside Mera's Hearth, two others are currently dining for the afternoon: a half-elf and a dwarf. The two had been traveling together for some time, more for peace of mind while on the road.