The Adventure begins
Arthas, a young noble with a mysterious past has been entrusted with a quest by his master Mornell, a rather old but powerful man, to investigate what is happening in the Dessarian Valley around Red Larch.
Prior to embarking upon the quest he was told that he had to bring a halfling, Cornelius (Corn). Mornell did not seem enthusiatic about it, but he was adamant that the halfling accompany him. He also handed Arthas a great deal of gold (5000) to hire the best that he could from the mercenary guild master in Red Larch.
Corn and Arthas travelled from Waterdeep to Red Larch where they met with the guild master, a tough looking dwarf named Pick.
“Aye, I know who ye be wantin’” He waved toward a giant brute of a half-orc that sat at a mess table eating a pig, the entire thing, bones and all.
“Gromrosh The Bull” we call him. Ye tell him good things and point out the bad men and he’ll charge right in. Not much of a head on that one but if a little lie don’t move him gold will." Pick leaned back in his chair.
Arthas stared at the dark skinned half-orc. “What’s his story? Can I trust him to not simply crush my head instead? My master spoke of him but I don’t always trust my master either.”
“Parent’s kill when he was a lad. His father was an orc, his mum a human. They tried to keep her and Gromrosh a secret but secrets have a habit of not staying that way. Someone turn ‘em in to the local temple for a fat purse. Dey hung his parents the next day and sold Gromrosh to my predecessor before he retired and handed him to me. Can you trust him? Keep the gold flowing and tell him ye on a quest from the gods or somethin’ He’ll run into the Abyss for ye.” Pick told Arthas.
“Very well, here is his fee.” Arthas pushed a fat coin purse to Pick. “I’ll need another.”
Pick furrowed his brow and looked deep in thought. “Maybe… but she’s not back for a week.”
“We’ll be making a short trip out of the town and back in about a week. I’ll see what you have to offer then.” Arthas pushed away from the table. “Gromrosh! Come, we’ve the work of the gods ahead of us” He tossed a gold coin at the half-orc. Gromrosh’s eyes lit up as he snatched the coin. Pick nodded and both departed.
“What that?” Gromrosh pointed toward Corn who appeared in deep conversation with a boar.
“A burden.” Arthas muttered.
“Want me to smash it?” Gromrosh reached backed for a long and well used glaive.
“No… well not yet. He could be of use. Come Runt, we’re off to Lance Rock.” Arthas didn’t pause to see if his new companions followed.
The heroes arrived at Lance Rock and proceeded in despite well written signs warning them away. They found the gate seemed to be booby trapped with a makeshift alarm but despite noticing it, Gromrosh barreled in anyway.
After dispaching a few zombies, making some wrong turns and fighting skeletons, they came across the so-called-Lord of Lance Rock, one fallen noble, Oreith. Oreith failed to catch them with a trap and set his minions on the heroes.
All for not, as the heroes succeeded in destroying everything they found. They eventually caught Oreith hiding inside a well decorated room with a glowing orb in the middle and a mysterious symbol. After some conversation it seemed that Oreith may know something about Arthas, or at least know about Mornell. He reveals to Arthas that, while he serves “The Eye”, he is a part of the Earth Cult under it’s prophet.
Upon hearing this Arthas goes into a blind rage and dives at the necromancer…