Okay so our newly crafted adventures find themselves in a bar and looking for whatever. The group; our hero, a Half-elven bard named Alex Vebron, a Dwarven paladin named Halie, a gnome warlock named Al, and human Cleric named ___, a human druid ___, a Half-orc berserker named Bronn, and a thief named ___. The scene a bar…
I walked around the room taking a quick temperature of the room it luke warm and disinterested. I and gave them everything they deserved a poor performance for a poor crowd. All that saved me from an early retirement was the entrance of our soon to be future employer. He had all the gold a man could want and didn't care if he spent it, my kind of man. 10 gold each to the heroes that brought the supplies through ___ . He and his escort would be leaving tonight and we were to follow in the morning, with the wagons. We all agreed and promptly called it a night.
The next day found us all ready to go at the appointed time and place. I took the front wagon and ___ took the back. A few days into the journey we found the trail blocked with two dead horses. Bronn, Halie, and the cleric went forward to examine the scene while the rest of us stood back and did nothing. Of course we wouldn't prepare for an ambush, it was just to likely to occur so why not let it happen.
Indeed the opening volley caught most of us by surprise and managed to almost kill our friend Bronn outright. 8 goblins, that's how many there were. We were barely able to slay them but slay them we did. Following their trail back into the woods we found traps and what would have been another ambush except for the fact that we ran away before they could spring it. Living the fight another day is at the heart of adventuring.