From the perspective of Torrin Stormtooth
Damned raiding party is somewhere in this area, third Dragonborn caravan they’ve hit in two weeks but none of the others only Dragonborn. All of them brutal, not even the hatchlings were spared I swear to Kord I’ll cleave at least one of the bastards in half when I catch up to them. By the prints around the raid sites the attackers are tiefling… think ill collect a horn or two. I was coming upon a ravine with a small river flowing through it when i heard the walking dung piles laughing about their recent attack. “Did you see the look on that ugly face of that thing when I spilled its intestines on the ground HAHA” one of them boasted. “And that females pleas to spare her and her egg hilarious” called another, my blood boiled I had finally caught up to them and they were going to suffer. “SHUT UP” one of them hissed; this one more commanding, stronger, obviously the leader of the group “the Dragonborn settlement is just down-stream from here if we poor the poison here and in the well in town they’ll all be dead before tomorrows eve”.I drew my blade and readied my shield and charged over the small hill i was behind, they were close, close enough for me to jump from my elevated position and cleave one of them brow to tail. The other three shouted in an amusing blend of fear, supprise and anger, I spun to my left and the glint of my sword in the rising sun relieved the second of his head. I was directly in front of the third, who was still fumbling for his sword, and I bashed his ugly face in with the corner of my shield, as he collapsed to the ground screaming in agony I put my sword through his throat. Only the leader remained, he stood there gawking, “YOUR TURN WRETCH” I called in challenge. He lashed out at me with a black bladed sword, short, barbed and curving, I managed to deflect it with my shield and gave a sharp thrust upwards from under it with my own. The slimy bastard managed to avoid it and lept backwards hissing in anger, and came at me again. This time he swung the nasty blade at my snout and i ducked under the blade and swiped at his legs, he jumped over my blade and began raining blows down on my shield trying to get at my head. I waited for him to make contact with the shield and spun to my right from under him and slammed my elbow into his rib cage; I took delight in the snapping noise and the scream of pain. I stood straight and looked at my foe, he lay there grasping his side gasping for air, blood pouring from its mouth. I stomped on its sword hand, smashing the fingers, then kicked away its sword. I grabbed it by the back of the neck and hoisted it up “WHO SENT YOU!? WHY KILL THOSE DRAGONBORN!!? THE HATCHLINGS WERE NO THREAT!!!” I growled. It snickered and spit its black blood on my plate mail “you are filth this world does not need… and soon all of the unworthy will be obliterated..chough” I breathed deep and let the icy cold fill my lungs “join your kin in the nine hells” I let loose my ancestral weapon square in his face, and dropped its frozen form to the stone. I said a silent prayer to my slain brethren “Though you suffered at the hands of this ilk, rest peacefully for you are avenged” I searched the remains of them to find four vials of poison, a little gold, and an ornate rams horn. I decided to return to Khotham and wash the battle off of me, and as I knelt at Kord’s alter to sek guidance about the relic, a portal opened behind me. An Elf, A gnome and a Dwarf barreled through crying calls of peace. The Dwarf called back at the portal for a friend who was on the other side and as he stood there I saw upon his back an Ancient relic of Arkosia. The sword Solarion. They were all very surprised to learn they were in Khotham, almost dismayed. We all introduced ourselves to one another, the dwarf kept to his roots and insisted on finding a bar before doing anything else, and kept saying something about a page in a book. I told them I wanted the sword to return it to my people and regain some of my families lost honor, and that i would lend my skills to their cause. We went to The Chipped Talon and took of food and drink, then returned to the bunk house for the newcomers to rest and regain their strength. The eve came and they went their ways to explore the area, i followed the Dwarf back to the bar, where he spoke to a Goliath, and I found some of my fellow Company members and took of more drink.