WANTED!

BRAVE ADVENTURERS! 

To travel deep into Neverwinter Wood in search of the infamous Green Dragon, Deathsleep, and slay it. It breathes noxious fumes into the once-beautiful forest and attacks anyone who nears it. This is one last plea to ask for brave adventurers to try to stop the dragon from ruining the forest and destroying this land.

Five adventurers had joined forces, all thinking that they were the ones to take down  the green beast. Some were wishing to achieve greatness, while others just had greatness thrust upon them. They were a motley band of adventurers, there to save the day; from a tentative human with kind eyes and rugged yet decisive male human, to two roguish Dragonborns, one looking a little more dignified than the other. Hopefully the fifth wheel will be the calming presence they all need, especially when that presence is an Elf holding her instrument. 

The five now stand at the bottom of Mount Hotenow, their backs to the volcano. Bristled wooden arms beckoned them to delve inside, to be embraced in an uncomfortable hug. Those wooden arms belonged to the mass of trees that make up Neverwinter Wood. To pick between an angry blow and a wooden cuddle would be an awfully hard decision. 

Fortunately, after Hotenow’s last angry blow, the brave group has a rather wide and fast-running stream of the lava flowing between them and the Neverwinter Wood. And sadly, with a dragon laying so close, the citizens of Neverwinter had not yet found or set up a way to cross it. 

So the five must go the long way to the Wood; through Mount Hotenow, onto Neverwinter, then Gauntlgrym, until finally onto Neverwinter Wood.