The first encounter was a brief one. Five weary travelers, all made refuges, some looking for vengeance, some protection, others seeking answers to their current circumstance. The first to arrive upon the scene was the slow to trust dragonborn sorcerer, Yael, and the charismatic half elf ardent, Azazex. Their conversation was terse, tension was high as Yael readied his glowing orb of acid, seeking to know for sure whether this half elf was to be trusted. Their aggression towards each other was delayed by a common enemy, goblins. These green adversaries were slow to speak and quick to battle as they immediately attacked the both of them. Obviously there conversation could wait. As they fought, shifter monk, Flint, and ranger half orc, Eldisil, traveling companion natives neared the burning city by foot. They climbed the city walls to find goblins as well and these goblins lead them to Yael and Azazex. The four of them were able to easily dispatch the enemy goblins and it gave them time to rest and talk. As they were talking Flint’s keen eye sight spotted goblins moving a lifeless dwarf. Azazex, Eldisil, and Flint went after them while Yael rested bloodied by the recent encounter. The dwarf was obviously important to the goblins, but not enough to keep alive. As the party neared them, one goblin badly wounded the helpless dwarf as it accepted it’s own soon demise. Luckily Azazex was able to stabilize this very near dead fallen stranger with healing magic.
The group meet by the town well to assess the trustworthiness of one another. As they were talking another stranger approached. The fifth in this band of misfits, Legirium a battle ready warlord with a similar story to the rest. The dragonborn was quick to accuse him of being an enemy, skeptical of the town he had hailed from, but his non aggressive stature had convinced the rest of the party. The fire had engulfed the whole town wall at this point and buildings were exploding and collapsing everywhere around them. One building stood out among the rest though. A small but finely crafted wooden storage unit unmarred by the fire. What was inside? Is this what the goblins had come for? The group was bent on finding out. The wood would not break not matter the strength of the man. It would not splinter by any sword or axe, yet there was nothing magical about this wood. Eldisil disassembled the door hinges allowing Flint to reach in and remove the sword that was bracing the door shut. As soon as Flint grabbed the blade it erupted in flames dealing damage to himself and those around him. He tied a rope around the handle and safely put the sword in his bag. Peering inside the room it seemed uninteresting. It was full of noxious smelling barrels and nothing else of note besides a boot and a single mouse. The mouse seemed common place to Flint but it caught Eldisil’s eye as abnormal and uncannily important. As the two natives searched for the mouse Legirium began opening barrels the smell was so potent it began knocking out people out, forcing them to crawl out of the building. Flames were raging far greater now and it had become obvious that they must leave to find refuge in the forest. Still unsure of one another there travelers banded together for the night in hopes of protection against any more adversaries that may come in the night.
They next morning they returned to the rubbled town, to see that wooden shed still standing unscathed. Azazex, and Legirium searched again for this unusual mouse while Yael mocked them. Flint lost his patience and knocked the sorcerer’s big mouth on the ground. As they threatened each other some more it seemed clear that a fight was about to break out, it was stifled quickly by Eldisil’s quick wise tongue. The party went back to searching for this mouse as the now completely revived dwarf went rummaging through the rubble.