It was a warm and sunny afternoon when a group of adventurers all found each other at the edge of a bridge heading into a small town. From the somewhat weary and confused looks on all of their faces, it was easy to tell that they had no previous encounters together, and that they had no real idea what they were getting themselves into.
Either way, they pulled out their sword, lifted their crossbows, and practices their incantation, and set off into the forest toward the small town of Col Fen with heads full of the dreams of riches and glory
The group then stumbled upon an encampment of foul Goblins. The sun was setting as the adventures saw the plumes of smoke rise in the distance. Fearless of what was ahead, the valiant Quernsyman let the Goblins sneak up on the group.
The ensuing fight was as epic as any warriors first battle could be. Swords crashed, spells crackled in the dusk sky, and the rallying cries of Goblins could be heard across all of the tiny valley. From the shadows slunk a brightly painted Goblin Shaman from a small tent. Yet, the adventures pushed on, and with Goblin after Goblin falling to their doom, eventually the shaman took his last breath. With that, they Adventurers had been triumphant.
And to the victors go the spoils. A small cash of weapons was found, each adventurer took up their weapon of choice, and made way to Col Fen . . . where the real battle would begin . . .