Adventurer's Guild

As we began, Bregan our illustrious human ranger was overlooking a goblin camp. Nothing like starting a campaign in the middle of an adventure. He's posted up on a hill stealthily looking down at around twenty five goblin warriors. They are travelling light, just bedrolls, weapons and armor, a mixed band of what seems to be raiders. They are fairly close to the sparse ring of civilization surrounding the southern border of Lendos Berkshire and the country of Goland. We all knew goblins lived south of the mountain range. It is even listed on the big map ( here ), but in general it is a relatively large force for the area. Now as a relatively inexperienced DM but dramatically long time player, I should have expected my player to test me out here. I know better than rushing down the hill and slicing into twenty goblins at first level. Everyone does. D&D Next (I hate the term 5e) looks pretty good for hammering lots of monsters even at low level, but solo and without anyo

Lendos Berkshire is a walled trading post near Goland’s border. As the southernmost defensible position an army garrison is always well maintained. The town supports several surrounding villages, farms, and silver mines. Many of the trade goods arrive and depart via river portage. A southern road leads to the small outpost along the river. The town itself boasts two taverns and an inn, a blacksmith, stables, an armory, and even an elven bakery. NPCs of Note Morgan Trapnul - the sheriff of Lendos Berkshire. She is a tall, beautiful woman with fiery red hair who is known to have a bit of temper. A widower herself, she is a bit of a shrew. Her devotion to following the letter of the law is well known, and she has little patience for those who do not. The soldiers stationed here often give her a hard-time but they know better than to cross her. More than one has learned that lesson the hard way as she trounced them in front of their fellows. Constable Ruskal - the commander

“Allow me to pose a riddle to you my friend,” the elf took a long draw from his pipe and gazed intently at his human guide, “what matters more to a man, wine or bread?” Bregan smiled back. He knew Oroderu would not be satisfied with a quick answer. Many of their conversations were just like this. The elf always tested his reasoning ability as much as his cleverness. He knew the minstrel was making a study out of this as much as anything else. “Well my friend, that depends on what matters most to the man,” Bregan’s response was welcomed by a warm smile. “You see many men would prefer to eat, but only if they are hungry. If one was in the company of several beautiful women, then that would be another story.” “So you are sure that your environment determines your response?” “Indeed,” Bregan took a bite out of the fresh pastry he had picked up before they set out from Lendos Berkshire earlier in the day. The bakery there was lovely and while this trip was a fairly short one the