“I’m was in the employ of the Champion of Fellbar. He sent me to Waterdeep to find this crew”.
“Employ?” She asked, “Are you looking to join them or stop them?”
“It’s complicated. It involves the Dragon’s Bane and the recovery of… an item.”
“What kind of-” she began.
“The well-guarded kind,” he said, interrupting her.
She rubbed her chin, “Hmmm, dragons involved?”
He nodded, looking around.
“I have just the crew, they have experience with dragons”.
“Tell me about them”.
“Buy me a drink?”
He signalled the bar server to come over.
“It all started,” she said, “with a heist…”
Waterdeep had a crime problem, a serious crime problem, organised by the insane beholder, leader off the Xanathar group. Recently a treasure of 500,000 gold pieces had been stolen and secreted somewhere in the city. Every criminal was on the prowl for it.
Our heroes knew nothing of this, of course, they were gathered together in the Yawning portal bar by an acquaintance for a simple investigation. But little were they to know, that this would drag them deep into the dark heart of the criminal world and bring them face to stalks with the cause of it all.
It all started with this friend in need; the traveller Volo. He asked four adventurers to join him that first night to find his missing friend, “Threestrings” the bard. Although the first time that they had ever met, Volo chose well for their skill complimented them perfectly.
Firstly, there was the stalwart dwarven cleric, “Frida Hillstone”. A veteran officer from the campaigns in the southern hills, a famous goblin fighter, who carried a dwarven hammer as her relic and connection to her god.
Second, came from the woods, a svelt elf druid called, “Flamewulf”. The name being a clue to her true identity as a shapeshifter and an incredibly imaginative one too. Known for shifting into many forms, rather than relying on just the bear common to the moon druids.
Third, there stood tall and imperious, the high elf wizard “Legend Saphire”. She had the eye of someone who used intelligence and charm to get her way and fire spells to back up her sharp tongue.
Finally, came the Dragonborn fighter, “Iroh”. He was a native of Waterdeep, also having served in some unknown regiment. Big and imposing and prone to breathing flame on his enemies.