So long story short, I discovered Obsidian Portal a bit late in our campaign. We’re about 5 sessions in and so this is a summary of what our adventurers have accomplished thus far.
Our heroes meet in the small, up and coming town of Fallcrest.
They know that they aren’t like everyone else. They are tougher, faster, smarter… well, smarter-ish than most. They have bested monsters, performed heroically under pressure, suffered terribly, and have undergone extraordinary training. These aren’t your average peons, these are adventurers. They are a unique class of person, and they have come to Fallcrest seeking glory, treasure, or perhaps just a hook for a decent backstory.
In any case, soon after arriving they hear tell that the Lord of the town is seeking adventurers for some work. They are somewhat relieved, it was either wait to hear about a quest or start rummaging around the nearest home for potions and whatnot, and those villagers do get awfully testy when you’re in their home, breaking their vases…
By various means they found themselves in Moonstone Keep, offices of general governance and home of Lord Warden Farren Markelhay. During their audience with the Lord they were also formally introduced to the famous tiefling wizard, Simon Magus, the new High Septarch.
Lord Farren explained that the town was being harried by repeated Kobold raids. In the past Kobolds had been a bit of a bother to the citizens of Fallcrest, robbing caravans and the sort, but recently their attacks had become more daring. Guards had encountered them on the walls of the town, and farmers were losing livestock. They knew where the Kobolds tended to lair, in an old ruined manor from the time of the Nerathan Empire. Lord Farren, unable to risk the men to go clear out the den, offered the adventurers a bounty on each kobold slain, plus a bonus if they could bring proof that they had cleared out the ruined hall.
Simon Magus, attempting to advise the Lord, thought it best that they hire some professional help, perhaps a group of mercenaries the wizard knew in the far off city of Eberron. The mage was clearly unimpressed with the ragtag bunch, neglecting to even speak to them directly.
But the Lord wanted the matter dealt with quickly, and so sent the adventurers off with his blessing.
The heroes quickly established that the manor was long since overgrown, useless but for the dark staircase leading down to the family tombs. Here they encountered the kobolds, all of whom members of the Skullkicker tribe, which seemed to have driven out all the other kobolds in the area.
The tomb had traps to dissuade would be grave robbers, and the kobolds made use of these to defend their home from the party. However, the adventurers quickly dispatched the Kobolds, eventually slaying their chief wyrmpriest, taking his bone helm as proof that the tribe had been destroyed and disbanded. However as they looted the wyrmpriest’s corpse, they found a map of the tomb highlighting a secret door. They also found a silver key that opened the giant, hidden stone doors, and a name scrawled in awkward draconic script across the map- “Szartharrax.”
Following the natural caverns uncovered by the secret doors, the adventurers were set upon by a young white dragon. Had they the time, they would have deduced that this was why the kobolds had been so brazen lately. They would have thought that since dragons were, by and large, a greedy and hard to please lot, the kobolds would have been hard pressed to find enough meat and valuables to keep him happy, hence the looting.
But they didn’t think that, at least not then, because they were dealing with a fucking dragon.
After a long and bloody struggle, the cleric Lacroix managed to scale the creature’s back, harness the power of his deity Bahamut, and fall the dragon with a truly mighty lance of faith.
The adventurers claimed the dragon’s treasure, including a strange dwarven artifact, and a magic longsword.
Return to Fallcrest
Emerging from the crypt, wounded, worn, and, um… w… w-wiser. Wiser! That’s it.
Wounded, worn, but wiser than before, our heroes emerged from the crypt that was Kobold hall. With a sack full of kobold heads, and the still bloody skull of a young white dragon, the party walked into town, bloody, bruised, and be-, uh, buh- be- beeeeleaguered. Yeah.
They mounted the steps up to Moonstone Keep, confidently threw open the doors to the Lord Warden’s study, and dropped the bloody sack of heads on the carpet. Quest complete.
The Lord was impressed. He remarked briefly that he had expected more Kobolds, but he was confident that they had sufficiently cut down their number, and that the town militia could deal with the stragglers. He paid the adventurers and bid them farewell as they made their way to the Septarch’s Tower in the centre of town, ancient dwarven artifact in hand.
To say that Simon Magus was happy to see them would be an outright fabrication. Indeed it was several minutes before his assistant would even let the adventurers through the door. But enter they did, all of them doing their best to silence the bouncing and tittering male wizard who had taken quite a shining to the notable and powerful magus.
They all took in the scenery of the room, because the DM had worked a while on the description, and really it was the least they could do- impossibly high bookcases, tables heaped with scrolls and magical trinkets, at the centre of which was the tiefling wizard, his attention drifting between several books and pieces of correspondence, and most certainly not on the adventuring party.
Ever the man, or, well, half-man half-elf technically. Ever the member of a hybrid race to take charge, Lacroix presented the strange old piece of golden machinery to Simon. The tiefling obviously had some interest in the device, albeit scholarly at best, as it proved to be a component of an ancient dwarven golem- devices that had long since gone extinct. After some rather ineffective bargaining on Lacroix’s part, and some equally ineffective plundering by the party’s rogue, the group was offered another opportunity.
“Seeing as you’re so good at staying alive,” he said, “and finding unusual trinkets, I think I might have a bit of a job for you.”