Two months and some back, a band of merry heroes came upon the town of Greenest in the midst of a bandit raid. Only bandits do not usually have a blue dragon to keep the guards occupied while they pillage and loot the crap out of the townsfolk.
Let’s back up further, actually.
The heroes were not there by chance. A mysterious man had gathered a few local mercs and adventurers to help him investigate the recent spat in activity by the Cult of the Dragon. Stig-Britt (“along” with his imaginary brother-from-another-mother), Cain and Kanin: All eager, and almost all of them – as it turned out – expendable.
Though they could not stop a blue dragon, a hundred bandits and as many kobolds, the heroes saved several key buildings of the town, and many innocents. Cain even heroically stepped up to the hopeless challenge of the bandits champion half-dragon, Langedrosa Cyanwrath, in exchange for prisoner’s lives. He lost, but survived to be knighted champion of Greenest by Mayor Blackhill.
After the Cult left at dawn, the mayor hired the heroes to find out where the bandits where coming from, and possibly if they could get the villagers stolen stuff back. They agreed, but were first stopped by the entourage of a monk called Leosin Erlanthar, who had been captured during the raid. Leosin studied the Cult as well, and could provide them with much needed answers.
The heroes tracked the bandits down and infiltrated their camp, posing as hired swords. They found Leosin bound to a pole, and though he tried to turn their help away (having been captured on purpose to find out more about the Cult), he was in no state to object as they dragged him off. Almost making it out, the heroes were recognized at the gates, and quickly turned into potted pla- sorry, captured.
The cult normally kept to the north-east, resurrecting wyrms, but now they were rolling with the real stuff.