Following Hazkal’s discussion with Lord Warden Faren Markelhay, the group were enjoying a few drinks down at their regular water hole when a summons arrived. The Lord Warden had lost patience and could not wait for word back from his men any longer, would the adventurers be willing to investigate their disappearance and hopefully bring them back alive?
Naturally such a request could not be refused; still there were some minor concerns that needed to be addressed before charging off into the wilderness. Just little things like what if there were dragons? Even without needing to confer there seemed to be a consensus view that while a veritable army of kobolds might be worth the 200 gold on offer, dragons were an entirely different matter. The Lord Warden was eventually convinced and agreed to provide a further 100 gold coins if the adventurers returned with proof of having killed a dragon, with that it was time to leave.
On the way out of town, they left a message with the publican, if Balasar and Banford woke from their alcohol induced comas they were to head west and meet the party by Kavalar Coppernight’s construction site. It should be easy enough to find them; a trail of Kobold corpses would mark the way.
Coppernight had elected to construct his fort on good defensive ground, two sides were guarded by sheer cliffs and the other two had been fenced off. As usual the party was attempting to proceed quietly around the fences; as usual the musical clanking of armour from the back of the group gave them away in spite of Glorien’s feather soft footsteps. Out front the elven ranger swiftly drew his bow and two cut off screams could be heard.
Reprisals were swift in coming as kobold minions and slingers leapt out at Glorien and the rest of the party rushed to come to his aid. Minions were dropping like flies but not before stabbing holes into Glorien and Merry while the slingers peppered them with glue pots, fire pots, and stink pots. Everyone present could have sworn Merry was nearly flattened by a well-placed fire pot only to blink in puzzlement as it actually sailed well wide of the little rogue.
It took little time for the 4 adventurers to destroy their foes, the slingers attempting in vain to flee while the minions were overrun. When the final slinger collapsed with a dagger between his ribs, Joreb, Merry, and Glorien felt a strange yet enervating surge run through them.
XP = 600 / 4 member = 150 XP each