From the journal Perion de la Foret
Session 36 – 15th of Kelm
It is a tale which they narrate in Khotham, detailing how a five heroes protected the land from an invasion of dragons and devils as The Baron Varsod began his rise to power.
The farmlands lying to the north of Khotham were ablaze with fires on the night that the Comte de la Foret continued north at the head of his forces. Nicholas had recovered a single large gemstone of cinnabar, set in some inscrutable Gnollish trinket, spoils from the last battle. Yet his face was not smiling, nor were any in the group, as all trudged north in track of whatever had lain waste to this ruined land, and to dam the stream of tieflings which raged through the empire of Khotham as tirelessly as waves lapped at its shores.
The party found themselves near a still-standing farmhouse, and the paladins went forth to investigate. The found themselves in the company of a pair of farmers fleeing south to the safety of Khotham. They recognized heroes for what they were, and proclaimed it loudly and often, begging for their protection for the night in a nearby farmhouse. As heroes must, they agreed to this small charity and set watch. As villains must, a large force of devils fell upon them in the middle of the night.
The force seemed overwhelming- small assassin imps & large cambion devils were among the fiends; but fire nor meteor hurls a mightier bolt than Aphrodite’s shaft, and the pair of succubi were clearly leading the assault. While they drew breath the mortal men were charmed and unable to truly loose their powers; but Nicholas remained in control of his senses and slew them with an onslaught of arrows.
Soon after their leaders shuffled off this mortal coil, the party was able to control the field and force the disarrayed devils into a vulnerable jumble. The few who survived the next round recognized a rout in progress; the devils scattered, one left alive to warn any companions away from the five valiant heroes.
The morning after, the company found the corpses of dragonborn farmers, who were given proper burial rights, and set off again north, now more certain that something terrible was near, and their strength needed to combat some vile foe.