Caldwell green dragon

In a hole in the ground there lived a wizard. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or eat: it was a mega-dungeon, and that means danger.

This particular hole lies just outside the village of Shadowdale, in the Forgotten Realms of Faerun. The year is 1368 if it should matter, and the season is high summer. The Thayan invention of BBQ has become all the rage across the Heartlands, although the stolid folk of the Dales have little truck with such fads. And so it is that the Old Skull Inn is serving it’s traditional green salad and honey roasted pheasant on a pleasant evening, when a motley assortment of thugs, wanderers and oddballs happen across each others’ paths. Spellvoc Evoc, A male human warmage and alleged godson of Mystra. Tall, studious and of high moral standing. Aramel, a local elf ranger of almost three centuries. Wandering the woods in search of his fellows from the settlement of Greenleaf, all of whom vanished without trace recently. Barang. A particularly hairy dwarven fellow with a feral look and a gigantic sword strapped to his back. (The sword, not the look). Recently escaped from the Hillsfar bloodsports arena and looking to exact vengeance on the world in general. Tuvorok Lionheart. A dwarven priest of Clangeddin. He is a cleric. Also a dwarf.

Hole in the Ground