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Our story thus far is one of heroism and test of arms.

I am a native of the town outside these old crypts… and a few days passed, while out seeking adventure, I came across a troupe of fellow adventures. After some conversation, I convinced them that in town there was a bar where people of “our” standing could go seeking employment.

Not long after settling into the tavern, the establishment was under siege by a band of hobgoblins. These creatures were intent on burning the town to the ground and by the looks of it, they had penetrated well into the town and were causing some serious raucous and damage. Fires were springing up everywhere. Eventually, we put a stop to the assault on the tavern and put down the flames a quite a few goblins.

Barely having time to recover, our party assembled outside to ascertain the damage to the town… within moments of stepping outside and bringing down the last of the tavern attackers, we spied a huge cart, pulled by a large beats called an ogre… we were awestruck, never had any of us seen such a huge beast… it was chained to the cart as a mule. Driving the cart was a brute of a goblin and by his side was another more rascally one whose job it was to hand casks that were located in the carts bed to the ogre to throw at buildings and such… before which he would light a oil soaked rag so that upon impact, the cask would explode in a shower of flaming pitch and oily goo.

Realizing the danger of the situation, but being heroes such as they are, my new found associates had at the terrible team of destruction. The battle was indeed long and drawn out and the ogre was the last to fall, but only after the flames of the cart overwhelmed him.

We then headed toward the main access road where fighting still ensued. By the time we had gotten there, the battle was over and the goblins were driven off. After the battle the group again tried to evaluate their situation. We had found that the attacks were thorough and throughout the town. Fire brigades worked long into the night to bring things under control.

By the following day, our newly formed group had their praises sung from gate to gate. In fact, there are those that said or should I say believed that our group alone was the reason the town was saved. We were wined and dined and then approached on a matter most urgent.

Being a group of predominantly all outsiders, excluding myself of course, our presence was requested and a secret meeting was set where we learned much about the state of affairs. Now I tell you this in secret, and I must beg that as a new member to our group that you yourself must keep our secret with you and tell no one else as it could jeopardize our fates and bring upon us all a much undeserved death.

You see, the man whom contacted us and set our current heading was one of many whom deal in the fates of the town… we will call them factions if you will, but he made us swear to the gods we worship and by our honor that we would not speak about what I am now telling you…. I feel justified as you are now one of us… and this information was entrusted to “us”… I digress…

In short, it would appear that my dear town, like many others has many factions which vie for control in all things political. Our contact as it were, made it very clear that we are to do this, our job, secretly and discretely as possible so no other faction would be aware of our workings. Our job, as it were… is to answer all of the unanswered questions whispered in every household behind locked and barred doors… The whos, whats and whys so to speak… and return to our benefactor so that he may attempt to right the wrongs and bring peace to the lands again.

What we know… this attack was reminiscent of the goblin wars of old… a new and powerful goblin has set himself up as a horde leader and has arranged this massive attack upon the town. Now, these goblins are so sure of eventual victory that the prisoner we interrogated… Eh? Did I fail to mention him earlier? He was a prisoner we ourselves took, one of the fleeing goblins from outside the tavern. Anyway, he was so sure of their soon to realize victory that he spout out the location or approximation of their hide out…

Well, after some of our own snooping and questioning of other townies, a few of the more astute of our group discovered a few things…. Somtin’ ain’t right with all of this…

First, this new goblin leader is a smart one… too smart if you ask me… I personally think someone is leading him, helpin’ if you will… or pulling his strings. Why that might be I don’t reckon any of us know yet, but that is what we are all about in the first place isn’t it? If I had my guesses, I would suspect that someone in town has their dirty, corrupt hands all over this pie, but that has yet to be seen.

Also, this whole goblin army thing is not as it appears… for all of his wits and prowess, this goblin leader has got himself pretty well organized…. But he isn’t who he claims…. He can’t be. Like I said… someone’s holdin his leash, you can bet on that. Anyway… these goblins broke into a museum and stole a bunch of relics from the first goblin wars, nothing magical… at least that’s what we were told. And they also captured a handful of the town’s citizenry… That’s where we come in… we were hired to answer all these questions and also, if possible rescue anyone left alive if they haven’t been ‘et yet.

Remember what I said though… this goblin ain’t so smart as every one is giving him credit for… he may be a tough bastard, but he isn’t akin to the goblins form these old sort out wars…. In fact, he isn’t even flying their war banner correctly… he is doin all backward and upside down like. That tells me that he doesn’t know a thing about the past… that also tells me that there is more to the picture than meets the eye…. That tells me that we need to be wary of all we meet and all we do….

Which brings me to the next question…. What’s a fellow like you doin’ out here in a graveyard in the first place? In the middle of the night? Let alone one filled with hobgoblins and other sorts of nasties?

You see…. Now I’ve gone and told you too much…. Silly habit of mine….

I think you better answer up to our leader here… Regdar… now he is a man most valiant… but I am sure he would be quick to separate your head form your shoulders should you be thinkin’ of tryin’ anything funny?

So how about it? What’s it gonna be? Who are you and what are you doin’ here? Answer up quick like or I am afraid you’ll be winding up like the rest of the sleepers around here and  won’t be leavin’ this final restin’ place….