HotDQ - Marpenoth 23, 1489 DR

If a gold scaled Dragonborn can blush, Bartholomew blushes. "I failed, Ma’am. There is much I need to learn before I face him again. At least the prisoners were released. That was Bahamut’s blessing."

Serenity smiles at the Dragonborn, But Sir Bartholomew, if the prisoners were free, then it was a success. Whether you fell to the man or not, you saved lives. Bahamut is proud of you Paladin, and this city is grateful for you. You'll get him next time Sir. the cleric turns to the rest of the group, What brought the rest of you here? I haven't seen the likes of you around, and you lot certainly seem to handle yourselves better than a common soldier.

The Ranger speaks up, As Kel said, I'm Actaeon. My reasons for being here don't matter- as a matter of fact, it'd only put me in further danger if I said anything. Just know I'm a Dragon Hunter, and I'm on your side.

With introductions now made...are we ready to move out? Or is there something else you would like to do before leaving?

The raiders' path is easy to follow across the rolling grassland of the Greenfields. A wide swath of grass is trampled down, but it's impossible to determine the raiders' numbers precisely. The path only confirms what characters already know: there were a lot of them, and they were a mix of humans, kobolds, and trained reptiles.

Kel is a good traveler. With a robust endurance and very little gear, he is likely in better shape after any length of journey than the others, but he is smart enough to not run that in. Instead, he keeps his eyes out for the horde and any rearguard.

Having spent quite a while in the wilds training alone, Actaeons quite aware of his surroundings.

Harold looks around.

Serenity happily follows, and keeps a look out for anything interesting.

Bartholomew always finds his mind drifting on long journeys. As he mutters silent prayers, and ponders the events of the previous days, he tries to pay attention to his surroundings.

Actaeon, Harold and Serenity - As you take a look at the tracks of the Raiders you start to pick up on the fact that many of the beasts footprints are deeper on the retreat than they were on the approach march.


All - You move along for about a half hour when you notice, a few miles off in the distance, smoke from a fire directly in the path of the raiders march.

"I hope they aren’t terrorizing other villages now. Let’s move!"

Harold follows, finally in agreement with the large dragon-like humanoid.

"Woe to those who see the dragon, for his nature is foul and uncaring of the lives of mice."

As you approach closer you recognize the smoke to be that of a single campfire. The smell of roasting prairie hens begins to waft your way. It appears a group of stragglers has sought shelter in a low spot between surrounding hills where tall boulders have rotted into a loose jumble.

Serenity holds her holy symbol in one hand, and points to the Ranger, saying Odigia. She then says, You seem to be the most capable of scouting- this spell will guide your next move. Find out who's there.

The young ranger nods, and quickly moves ahead to scout out the camp.

Harold also stealths up closer, bow and arrow at the ready.

After observing for a few minutes you discern the group consists of four human cultists and eight kobolds. The kobolds carry their weapons on their belts while the humans weapons are stacked up next to a rock out of east reach.

A few minutes pass and the kobolds take their share of the half cooked meal and move away from the fire. The humans squabble over how to properly cook a hen and periodically make comments about their "useless kobold allies".