5e Game Group 1 - IC Thread

[tape_measure]

For the past several days, you have been traveling a road that winds lazily across the rolling grasslands of the Greenfields. Sundown is approaching when you top a rise and see the town of Greenest just a few short miles away. But instead of a pleasant, welcoming town you expected, you see columns of black smoke rising from burning buildings, running figures that are little more than dots at this distance, and a dark, winged shape wheeling low over the keep that rises above the center of the town. Greenest is being attacked by a dragon!

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[Therumancer]

The dwarven warrior approaches Greenest and sees the destruction ahead "Well that isn't something you see every day" he mutters to himself as he picks up speed to see if he can get there in time to help! Not that he is sure what he can do about a Dragon.

Darrow is not bad looking for a dwarf (Charisma 14) he has traditionally ruddy skin, a long red beard fastened into twin braids, and grey eyes. He's armed with a battle axe and shield (currently over his back) and two hand axes at his waist. He is clad in full chain armor.

[josienoms]

Weary from her travels, the little Gnome approaches the city, looking forward to a warm fire and a soft bed.

A little food wouldn't hurt either... She thought to herself, as she continued down the road.

She hefted her pack higher into her shoulder, as she crested the last ridge, and stopped in her tracks at what she saw.

"A dragon..."

Her jaw drops, but her eyes shine with delight. A dragon was a rare sight, but also a chance to do a lot of good. She couldn't wait to get a better look, while helping as many people as she could.

"Might not survive, but I'm going to have so much fun!"

She cracks her knuckles, and picks up the pace, running as fast as her little legs can carry her towards Greenest.

[Ajadea]

Ranna had been in Greenest for scarcely a night when she sees something giant swoop overhead. Shining scales, giant batlike wings... a dragon. And that is quite enough. She's out, bolting towards the edge of town as fast as she can. The smell of smoke fills her lungs, and the screaming assails her ears. She wants to curl into a ball and hide, but she keeps running.

[Sdjz]

Hiding near the road, Grugar watches the roaring flames. The sensible thing to do would be to leave. There is nothing a single half-orc could do to help these people. And yet, all the apocalyptic visions he had, the sudden feeling that he should travel to Greenest, and now this. It can't be a coincidence. It must all be connected somehow. This is where he should be.

Picking up a small wooden wand, the half-orc does a small incantation. An unnecessary precaution, he hopes. He stows the wand back inside his clothes, picks up his staff and, against his better judgment, creeps towards the city.