Once upon a time, there was a house in the Lady’s Ward.
In that house lived a high-up man, his little daughter, and many, many servants.
Then, at random, a portal to another place opened up underneath the bed of the little girl.
In that other place live a weird creature, and the creature scared the little girl something fierce.
And that’s where our intrepid adventurers came in.
The high-up man sent out word that he needed some poor sods to deal with the monster that had scared his little girl, but the only ones willing to work for the jink that he was willing to offer were five berks: A kender named Kalin, a dragonborn named Akara, a gnome named Gimble, a bard named Mikaela, and a tiefling named Balasar.
Our “heroes” headed under the bed and went through the portal only to get into an argument with a hedgehog in a miner’s cap, and after some convincing, it led them to the Great Hall before leaving them to their fate.
The room was grand, made of polished stone and lit brightly with torches. In alcoves in the walls rested the statues of squires with a statue of a knight standing on an island in a pool in the center of this grand chamber. As our adventurers entered, the statues came to life and advanced on those poor sods.
The battle was fierce with most of the group nearly dying, but the day was saved by the heroics of Kalin and Balasar.
Wounds were tended to, and doors were checked as our adventurers continued in their noble quest for payment. The traveled down a long corridor, many hundreds of feet long and did battle with more of the squire statues, and heading through way to many doors, before entering into the lair of the vicious monster that had been terrorizing the little girl.
And, boy, was that monster ugly. It was at least as tall as a dragonborn standing on the shoulders of an orc with a head covered with many blinking eyes looking in all directions, tentacles instead of legs and arms, and a raccoon’s tail. As the addle-coved bashers entered the room, led by the mighty warriors of Kalin and Balasar, way too many squire statues arose from the ground along with a couple of those blasted knights.
The battle was long. The battle was fierce. The gnome went down followed quickly by the kender.
The dragonborn was hanging on by a thread, as was the tiefling and the halfling, but a well placed shot from Balasar took down the creature, and soon after that, the remaining statues melded into the floors of the chamber.
An hour of investigation uncovered vast amounts of riches and allowed those injured by the battles to recover. But it brought sadness as well.
A single chest full of bloody clothing from those poor children that the creature had consumed.
Our heroes left with the monsters treasures, and returned back to the high-up man to collect their reward.