Hoard of the Dragon Queen.

On the Road to Greenest

The life of a caravan guard can be a relatively easy one, and for the past several days, you have been traveling a road that winds lazily across the rolling grasslands of the Greenfields. You been sleeping in make-shift camps since you left Nashkel, but tonight you should get to sleep in a soft bed. Your employer, Bor Grigorsonn, is the cousin of Greenest’s governor and tonight you’ll board at the keep. They’ll be no need for all night watches and a plentiful supply of hot food and ale. So you’ve pushed the wagon mules harder than usual but now as sundown is approaching, you are only one more hill away from your destination. Better yet you know Bor will stay for at least a week catching up on family gossip. The life of a caravan guard can be a relatively easy one.

But this turns out not to be one of them

As you top the final rise and see the town of Greenest just a few short miles away. But instead of the pleasant, welcoming town you expected, you see columns of black smoke rising from burning buildings, running figures that are little more than dots at this distance, screams echo in vale and a dark, winged shape wheeling low over the keep that rises above the center of the town. Greenest is being attacked by a dragon! Time to go to work…

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