Our adventure started with the random teleportation of several magic users from the Forgotten Realms to within the Gift.
These individuals were abducted by a group of human slavers whilst still reeling from the effects of their magical travel. Luckily for them a group of mercenaries from the Road Brothers Guild had been tracking the group of criminals. They set upon them shortly before dawn, freeing their prisoners and killing or capturing the rest.
After it became clear that the magic users were not from this world, they were invited to join the Guild for the safety the organisation could give them. Apparently they were not the first people from another world to come into their ranks this way..
When they joined the recruitment pool they were assigned another group of natives to combine into a small ‘trainee’ section. They were given some basic training (and not a little amount of information about their new home) before being sent to the Road Brother’s fortress of Blackrock.
Upon reaching Blackrock Rafe Longstride, the Master of Arms, issued their group with a test assignment for the next day as well as some basic equipment to use. An old veteran of the Guild was to accompany them to lead, and judge their performance. Their task; track down, scout out and if possible stop a Greenskin raiding party heading into Crown lands.
After some initial discussion the group travelled north and then east across the great lake, making excellent time due to the resources of the Guild. Upon reaching the far shore they spotted a smoke plume in the horizon and some early refugees from the area. They learned that the lands were no longer safe, raiding, war and attacks from dark creatures had become all too common.
They quickly picked up the trail of the raiding party, noticing that it was headed straight towards a known farming hamlet. Moving all speed ahead with the veteran Road Brother leading the way the group fell into an ambush amongst the trees of a small forest. Three Giant spiders struck from the sides of the path and quickly reduced the Brother to a state of helplessness.
Despite a magical mishap that knocked a certain young Monk off his feet, the untried group managed to successfully overcome the Spiders and rescue the Brother from certain death. He was in no state to fight however and so bade them continue on with the mission while he watched from the sidelines.
Unfortunately the group had to take time recovering after their encounter with the eight legged enemies and so by the time they reached the hamlet, the worst was already over. Human bodies lay scattered among the houses where the first licks of flame could be seen among the rafters. Goblins were still to be seen, searching through the remains.
The group decided to silently approach the raid from it’s blind spot, catching a lone Goblin off guard and dispatching him without raising the alarm. Luring the closest Goblins into the house (with the severed arm of their erstwhile comrade) meant a quick butchering of their immediate threat. Magic, arrows and weapons caused massive destruction until the village was emptied of the Greenskin threat. The group was starting to work together to outflank enemies, create diversions and help each other out.
When the fighting was over a small woman who had suffered a mortal blow begged the adventurers to save her children. The Raiders had taken them into the forest along with all things of value from the village. As one they hefted their gore covered tools and set out to finish what they had started. One can only assume it was the protection of the children that spurred them on so, rather than the promise of potential wealth…
Perhaps it was overconfidence in their earlier success that caused Bo Yijin to ruin their surprise. Or perhaps it was purely bad luck. Either way after alerting the Greenskins to their presence the group reacted quickly. They split up, most coming around a large rock to strike the Goblin line as they charged head-on while others snuck through the underbrush to strike the unprotected flank. Arrows flew straight and true from their ranger; Vin to topple Goblins left and right. A furious (or purely embarassed?) Monk headbutted corpses even after a mortal blow had been struck. Soldiers, rogues and clerics fought tooth and claw to put their enemy in the ground while a Warforged decided to fall over a rock. Despite some mistakes, the group easily triumphed once again. They emerged, battered and bruised to stand victorious once again.
Unfortunately, once again they arrived too late. The sorry pile of small bodies that greeted them was spared hardly a glance as they quickly pocketed the handful of coins raided from the village.
Returning in haste to Blackrock they were greeted with enthusiasm. They achieved the highest grading possible and reaped the rewards to suit. As fully fledged members of the guild they now have the right to wear the badge and take on assignments at will. But will they survive the days to come?