Dear Master Ardax,
I am writing to you from the city of Brindol. My journey thus far has been even stranger than I had imagined. I spent a few weeks in the city of Overlook before coming here. There were so many dwarves! And there were many bizarre individuals, unlike anything I had seen before. Some of them did not seem to respect elves much. I met an individual whose draconic features were matched by his fiery temperament. Thanks to him I now know that dragon scales are not as impenetrable as I was lead to believe when reading about them.
When I finally arrived in Brindol I went to the inn to secure lodging for my stay. While there I noticed a few others who did not seem to belong amongst the farmers and tradesmen that I had seen everywhere else in the city. I soon learned they were nothing like those farmers and tradesmen.
I was enjoying a meal in the tavern when hobgoblins and goblins burst in and started attacking the townspeople. I and some of the others I had noticed earlier sprang into action without hesitation. We were able to quickly dispatch all of the attackers and then proceeded with introductions before dragging the bodies out of the building.
My new “friends” are a minotaur named Eudelon, a musically-inclined tiefling named Kage the Black, a large warrior who seems made of obsidian and is named Tzolek, a man who I’ve only ever seen clad in armor from head to toe, and who possesses some manner of power to change reality, a gnoll named Ithyk, and lastly, a human warrior named Madmartigan. The “mad” in his name seems apt. He is a very strange fellow, and yet, I feel I can learn a good deal from him and the others about life outside the monastery.
Anyway, we did not have much of a reprieve. As we were piling up the bodies outside of the tavern, there was an explosion up the street. An ogre was pulling a cart and throwing flaming casks of pitch. In the cart were three goblins and more casks. I feel you would have been proud of me, Master. I charged ahead of the others and unleashed the Steel Avalanche strike on the ogre, striking him right in his chest. With the help of the others we were able to dispatch all four of our foes.
That night the others partook in the drinking of alcohol and I must say, Master. I can see why we abstain from it. While I do admit I was curious at first, when they began vomiting on themselves… and each other… and falling over uncontrollably, I thought it such a shame that men of such battle prowess would show such weakness. My curiosity was quelled by their behavior.
The next morning we met with a councilman who hired us to destroy the tribe of goblins and hobgoblins that had attacked the town. They were apparently interested in several items from the town and took some of its inhabitants as well. We were to retrieve these and bring them back to the town.
I went to the museum with Kage the Black and our heavily armored friend while Eudelon scouted around outside the town’s walls. Madmartigan, Ithyk, and Tzolek went to question a hobgoblin kept alive and imprisoned during the raid. Between all of us, we figured out that the group is trying to become the new incarnation of some evil army known as The Red Hand of Doom, who were once defeated by a group known as the Diamond League.
We now know that the tribe that attacked Brindol is holding up in Castle Rivenroar, an old abandoned keep several hours journey from here. We leave shortly. I hope this letter finds you well, Master. I hope I am able to write again to you soon.