Campaign Session #1 Recap

From the Journal of Thoril of The Learned
We met in the town of Pelagiad at The Burning Tree Inn. Six people gathered around a table. Varis, a wood-elf, wearing the clothes of a rogue, but carries himself with something more noble. Valimir, “Hero” of the Woodland Realm, another Wood-Elf but one with the mettle of a soldier. Enlee, A drow, carrying in her eyes the look of someone who had seen an unspeakable horror. The dragonborn, I think he said his name was Kev something, a holy man from the look of him. Of course, there was me, Thoril of the Learned, Keepers of the Enlightened Reserve. Monk and Scholar.

Then there was our host, A dwarf by the name of Gundren. He was looking for bodies to escort a shipment of Mining supplies to the nearby town of Easnoth. Seems pretty simple job for this much muscle. I imagine there must be having problems with raiders in this region.

After our meeting, I walked over to two dwarves in the back. Having little opportunity to use the Dwarven I had learned some time ago, I thought I could converse with them. Unfortunately, They were not in the mood to talk to me at all, Dwarven or otherwise. So I adjourned to my room for the night.

For my window I could look out onto the city below, right out front of the entrance to the Tavern. I look down to the streets and see Varis. He appeared to be stargazing. However, he wasn’t stargazing long, as a man rushed past him into the tavern, followed shortly by Gundren rushing out. It was an odd site to say the least, but I paid it no mind and return to my transcribing of the day’s events.

This would have to wait, for a commotion downstairs got my attention. Once I made it to the bar, the fighting had just started. Several men with torches had cleared out the tavern save for the group and and barkeep. Valimir had his bow trained on, what I assumed, was their leader. So, He was my goal. I got a couple of go hits in before being knock prone by a thrown table.

When I got up, I found the tavern in flames and the bandits either unconscious, frozen or gone. Kev approached me, laid his claws on me and, with a flash of heavenly light, healed my wounds.

“Time to go friend,” He said to me.

We each made our way out the door, before the city guard arrived on the scene. Knowing we were partly responsible for the fire. I left the barkeep a gold piece and apologized for the group.