The First Event

The sun rose over the market in the town of Hoel lazily; it was almost as if the necromancers of Hoel had slowed it’s ascent for a few more minutes of sleep this morning after their midnight summonings and ritual sacrifices to Hextor.

As the sun’s rays made their way past the buildings and touched the alter of Hextor in the center of the square, the hustle and bustle of the market came to life. The store keeps began to open their stores, the merchants of the squares displayed their wares and the Paladins of Hextor ensured their prisoner that was dieing at the base of the alter was displayed properly. The skeleton’s that guarded the Necromancer’s guild however; fled in fear of the destructive powers of the sunlight leaving the guild unprotected to the untrained eye.

A adult black dragon, Corruption, could be seen overhead preparing to land behind Kothas’ shop. The wind gusts created by this sent the masses and clientele approaching Kothas’ shop, that were unaware of this beast, screaming. Kothas’ facial fur ruffled as he had not called his mount and perspective coin was lost even though this was a graceful controlled landing by the giant beast. As it landed with a thud that could be felt through the town and even in parts outside of it, the giant dragon curled about the back and side of the shop to keep what sun he could off of him as he rested from his evening terrorizing the northern lands of Kerr which had not seen a dragon in almost ten centuries and believed them to be extinct and that of fairy tales.

Grelik Black Heart rubbed his thick greenish hands together at the sight of this, he welcomed the sight of Corruption as he coveted the location that Kothas had been given within Hoel. He was jealous that the lord gave Kothas, a common soldier, permission to take ownership of the building as reward for his service. Grelik assured himself that the shop would eventually have to close as Kothas would not have the coin or clientele necessary to pay the tithe for the land his shop sat upon within Hoel. “Good to see you Corruption” he said aloud before laughing and tending to his patrons that had already begun to arise and make their way down into the tavern for their morning meal.

Caniour on the other hand thrust open a window on the side of his shop leaned out, shouting “Get that FILTHY dragon out of this town you half-witted Minotaur, before he kills someone again or destroys another building accidentally!!!” Caniour never liked the creature, he tolerated it but not today! Today it’s descent and landing cost him customers who ran in fear as they were new to Hoel down from the portal and fey lands. It also cost him a priceless gem of summoning that fell and broke upon the ground as Corruption’s landing shook it free from the brass clasp that held it upright on a wooden shelf.

If that dragon was not the mount of Kothas and had Kothas not been a trusted and respected leader of the third general kobold army he would have cursed him or at least aged him a few years so he may find himself in front of Sargas that much sooner in the afterlife. The thought did not comfort Caniour as much as it use too, something had to be done about the dragon or Kothas but what could be done, if he or any that lead to him were found out through magic or other means it would mean he too would walk the land undead and under some other necromancer as a skeleton in the army or worse a litch that knew it was in the service of the necromancer and had no ability to break free of his undead life to rest. No, he would not do it nor ask any too as that fate was horrid and not one to his taste. Grumbling he cleaned up and waited for his next patron.

A crier called out the events of the month, armies had broached the boundaries of Kerr and the war had begun. Able bodied men, women and children were needed for the war effort in many capacities. Bodies of loved ones could be donated for the army as well and a healthy coin would be paid to those that could donate in bulk as the war effort was costly. It was then that he mentioned that the Silver Chalices were recruiting able bodied guards for those fit to travel into Kerr and recruit the next army soldiers.

You look around and notice that only a few seem to be listening, perhaps someone you could con, someone that would help you pay for your next meal or someone that you should get to know better as their help may feed both of your bellies tonight.