Session Report 1: Hero’s of Mystara

A Dragon on the Road to Fenhold

Session Report #1

We’re playing D&D 5.5 in Mystara. Our campaign began near Alfheim’s border, within the Republic of Darokin. The Master’s armies have crossed from Sind, drawing Darokin’s soldiers and supplies west. Meanwhile, the Inner Council has offered Fenhold, a struggling village in the Canolbarth Borderlands, to its elven allies. There are six of us: the elves Brockopher Heatherington, Cain Findalon, Diego Alvar de Casanegra, Varus Corpsenote, Lorenz Greysteel the dwarf, and my human ranger, Mitharion.

Fortunately, we spent several uneventful days on the road before stopping at a merchant’s caravan near Fenhold. The merchant, Davieth, singled Mitharion out almost immediately. He led him toward a row of freshly planted trees and spoke strangely about the dirt beneath them. He seemed anxious and ashamed, though he would not explain why. Mitharion put a handful of the dirt in his pocket. The dwarf scouted the north of the merchants' building while the elves spread out amongst the people.

As night approached, Davieth kept looking up at the sky and back toward the trees. Mitharion had fought vampires before, and the fresh earth made him wonder whether one was buried there. The possibility unnerved him. Then a young black dragon named Snagdēfangë landed at the caravan.

Once the dragon arrived, Davieth’s daughter, Lenemoor, became unusually friendly. Almost pompous. I still cannot say what to make of that. Bravely, Brockopher Heatherington offered Snagdēfangë a ring; the dragon accepted it as an offering and flew away. Afterward, Mitharion tried to speak with Davieth, who admitted that he had been feeding people to the dragon in exchange for protection.

That admission leaves us with more than a strange roadside encounter. We know why Davieth feared Snagdēfangë, but we do not know why he drew Mitharion aside, what the freshly planted trees signify, or how many travelers he has already betrayed.