I have been ordered by the Decider of Many to chronicle the events surrounding a group of people who will meet in the Shrine of Pelor in some mortal town called Fellwood. Oh, the indignity of it all! Me, a piece of the divine spark reduced to such a role!
So there I was floating invisibly in the air above the Shrine, when in walks the most boring looking collection of misfits I have ever seen! I supposed I had better describe them, hadn't I? The first to enter was a shabbily dressed human, wearing black robes and looking like he had just gotten out of bed! Then in walked a red scaled dragonborn, strutting like he owned the place, followed in by one of those underground people, what are they called.....Dwarves! Yes, one of those walked in, with a bright hammer and anvil of Moradin on his shield. Then some dog came in, I bet it's not house trained! Then was that silver haired eladrin, looking at what she could take that wasn't nailed down, and then deciding if the nails were worth anything!
So, to get back to the events (sigh), out comes Alina, the High whassit of Pelor, to offer the group something called "crowns" to look into something happing in some other mortal village called Westbush. How lazy is that! Though the promise of 250 "crowns" seemed to make the eladrins light up, and the others got that funny look that people get when offered melted rocks for services.
Oh, and I should mention that Alina said they needed to bring back proof before payment of whatever dark things that her seers had dreamed up. I mean, skulls and darkness, I really ought to have a word to the Decider of Many about that, how hackneyed.
Moving on, the sorry bunch took the job, and wandered their merry way out of Fellwood, heading west towards that little village, Westbush.
Well they walked, then walked some more, ate some food (looked horrible to me, but what do I care, I don't eat), then walked some more until the sun went down, then they had a sleep. How boring