For days you have been traveling a road that winds lazily across the rolling grasslands of the Greenfields. It still felt like summer when you left Iriaebor, but you can now see brown on the trees as autumn comes. The air is warm and comfortable; the sky mostly clear, with a few white clouds here and there. There are three large wagons in the caravan; atop the one in front sits Jasa, the halfling merchant who hired you. She looks attentively at the road ahead and to the sides. You march at the sides of the road, keeping an eye out for threats, though the days have been uneventful and you’re not expecting anything on this (mostly) safe road.
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Soar, a tallish half-elf, is trooping along the road, a bit noisily in her chainmail, on the right side of the caravan. She's smiling again. Taking a deep breath, her pale eyes look up and drink in the sky... she spreads her arms and gives another happy sigh. "This is my favorite time of year,"she says to no one in particular. Perhaps the grass was listening, wasn't that Elspeth said once?
The paladin's foot slips a bit, into a divot along the edge of the road. Her dark-hued armor, covered in a darker tabard with dread, serious skeletal designs woven across it, clangs and she almost topples over, but she turns it into a pirouette that looks a bit goofy but the smile only gets brighter. Her yellow-white hair is straggly and a bit dirty from travel. She grabs the haft of her warhammer with an easy, firm hand and reaches back to still the bundle of javelins secured to her pack. "Watch out, rough terrain ahead!"she calls behind her to Elspeth, eyes twinkling.
Her solid, but slender form begins walking again, legs a bit stiff from days of travel but remembering to peer at the horizon for anything interesting (perception: 12). She calls to the other side of the caravan to ask if her companions any potholes over there.
"Jasa, tell me again about your favorite thing to do in Greenest,"she says to the halfling running the show.
You want to hear more of my home? Jasa gives you a broad smile, and relaxes a little, though never taking her eye from the road for more than a moment. Of all the things I do there, it's spending time with family that matters most. Have I mentioned my nephews and nieces? Jasa has told at least one story of her nephews and nieces each day of the trip so far, and doesn't appear to be running out.
Little Yosa, my sister Sumya's middle girl, she'll be a paladin like you, I'm thinking, if she takes to the adventuring life. Such a brave young thing. She brought home a wolf cub, said she'd found the mother dead in the forest and now she'd better be raising the cub like a puppy. And so she did. It stuck around for a few seasons, and still comes back to visit us from time to time. But a wolf is not a dog, you know. An animal like that won't live around halflings, or humans either. Still, the two of them formed a friendship, no mistake, and it was a fine sight to see little Yosa riding her wolf down the main street. Jasa chats on merrily for a while, telling some of Yosa's adventures.
As for things adventurous folk might do, well, not much that I can think of. Still, there's always news in the tavern of some village here or there needs a hand with goblins or wolves. You'll find something to occupy yourself, have no fear of that.
Goblins or Wolves? Jalt asks as he overhears Jasa and Soar’s conversation. One can only hope that is all we come across if we do. The lands have seemingly become littered with more and more evil.
Jalt towers over the rest of the party at 6’5 and he is definitely hard to miss. Completely donned in his chain mail armor, which is complimented with monastic scapular, blue with platinum trim and the symbol of Bahamut on it. The gunmetal hue of his greaves and armor make the fine, silver scaled skin stand out even more. Strapped to his back, a shield adorned in the same color scheme as his scapular, and too with the symbol of Bahamut.
We must stay vigilant.Jalt says as he taps on the shaft of the mace hanging on his right side. Evil never rests. The wicked never rests. Jasa is right, there is always something to do. I have enjoyed these quiet few days. What say you little one? Jalt directs that last comment at “Badger”
Breena, more commonly known as Badger, trots along beside the cart, occasionally darting off into the grass on the side of the roadway to peek at an interesting flower, animal, puddle, anything that catches her eye. Roughly the same size as their halfling guide, she sometimes has to run to keep up with the group, especially if she wanders off the side of the road a bit. Her hair is long and honey blonde, and she loves to tuck those interesting flowers (or sometimes weeds) she finds into her braid or behind her ears. Though her leather armor is clean and well kept, there's a somewhat crude flower carved into the shoulder. After seeing some of the fancier, decorated armor that her companions past and present owned, she decided hers was a bit boring and needed embellishment.
"I want to ride a wolf, that sounds like fun!" she pipes up at the end of Jasa's story. Looking up at Jalt, she adds with a fond smile, "And I think you need to lighten up. There's always bad stuff, I suppose but there's always good stuff too!"
Elspeth ambled along near the end of the caravan, keeping pace with the last wagon but making no real effort to catch up to her companions at the front. The tall tiefling allowed her eyes to wander, flickering between observing the horizon for anything unusual in the distance to examining the grasslands bordering the road they were following.
It was warmer than she was used to at this time of the year – comfortably warm, but it was enough to render the thick woollen cloak currently slung over her shoulder wholly unnecessary. Instead, all she wore was leather armor above a tunic, fraying here and there but still of good quality.
Soar called back a light-hearted warning, and Elspeth smiled, flicking a few strands of brown hair that had escaped from her ponytail away from her face.
“I’ll be sure to watch out for further structural deficiencies along the road!” She called on ahead, mock-serious. She used her staff to poke at the hardened dirt that formed the trail, kicking up a wisp of dust.
She perked up her ears as the tails ends of Jasa and Soar’s conversation, and involuntarily sped up a little with the aim of catching up to the lead wagon.
“It’s been peaceful so far, luckily. Hopefully, our luck will hold for a few days more.”She commented noncommittally. It was always wise to be wary while travelling between settlements, of course, but unnecessary conflict should be avoided.
Jasa has picked up the pace these last few hours, eager to see the town she calls home. Sundown is approaching when you top a rise and see the town of Greenest just a few short miles away. But instead of the pleasant, welcoming town you expected, you see columns of black smoke rising from burning buildings, running figures that are little more than dots at this distance, and a dark, winged shape wheeling low over the keep that rises above the center of the town. Greenest is being attacked by a dragon!
Jasa calls the halt, gets down from the cart she has been driving, and walks over to where you stand, as always a remarkably commanding presence. She looks over at the city. What evil is this?
"Wow. Not every day you see that," Soar says, a little too close to nonchalantly. She's unnerved -- there's a dragon! But she's not cowering. A look of concern and empathy takes hold of her face as she sees Jasa's reaction. She loosens one of the javelins from her back for easy throwing, loosens the buckle on her warhammer belt loop, and dons her shield. She tries to see what kind of dragon is attacking the city, not that she is particularly skilled at fighting a certain color dragon or anything.
She looks at her fellow guards. "All right then, only one thing to be done here. We're gonna go save Sumya and Little Yosa and the others from a dragon. Wanna come?"
Elspeth saw the smoke from the burning town long before she saw the town itself. Thick, black columns, rising lazily into the sky like oversized snakes marked the place where the town once stood. She stared uncomprehendingly at the sight for a moment, before the town of Greenest appeared in her field of vision. She couldn't help flinch away as she caught sight of the shape of the dragon circling above.
"Dragon."She breathed, rather redundantly as she stone forward to the front of the carts. Well, she supposed it was fatuous of her to hope that all would be well.
"This can't be happening."She protested to nobody in particular, the disbelief clear in her voice. "Dragons don't just appear out of nowhere and start attacking towns."Despite her profession of incredulity, her hand flew to the crossbow strapped to her pack, scrabbling to retrieve it in order to have some sort of defence against the winged lizard in the sky. Of course, she knew, rationally, that there was no way she could do anything, which just goes to show how impossible the event was in her eye.
“Well, it would be pointless to keep the carts going towards the town.”She murmured, shaking herself awake from her reverie. “So we should at least try and rescue the whoever's still alive.” She looked towards Soar, and nodded.
I know nothing of the habits of dragons, says Jasa slowly, but that is my home and my family are there. She turns and barks orders to the caravan to come off the road and come to a halt near a small patch of trees, out of sight from the town and hopefully the dragon. She's doing her best to maintain the look of the tough, no-nonsense merchant but you can see that she's shocked to her core, and afraid for her family.
I'm no warrior, nor are my folk here. We'd be of no use to anyone in that mess. And I will not ask you to take on a dragon, but please, if you can get to Greenest and get the townsfolk to safety, you would have my gratitude as well as a reward.
She looks to Elspeth and Soar and says, Thank you, thank you so much. You are true heroes. Please, take care and do what you can. And don't get yourselves killed!
Jalt grabs the shield off of his back and mace from his side and looks to his partners on this journey. We must save whomever we can. Listen to Jasa and get the townspeople to safety. I will try and get the dragon's attention ... Helets out a guttural roar aimed in the direction of the town and dragon flying overhead. Without so much as a hesitation, Jalt sprints towards the carnage before them. SLATHALIN VE DARASTRIX!He yells in draconic. THIS IS NOT THE WILL OF BAHAMUT!
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Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
Jalt races towards the town, following the road and roaring in draconic. Jasa shakes her head in wonder; A remarkable fellow. Please, make sure he survives this, won't you? And make sure you survive too. With that, she follows her wagons and her people as they move towards shelter and prepare to wait the night's events out. Her second in command, a half-elf woman in a red dress comes over and whispers to her as they walk away.
Jalt has a short head start now. In the distance, the dragon wheels in the air and comes in for another pass over the town.
"Well I thought we'd maybe take a more subtle approach, mate,"Soar says, following Jalt's direction toward the village but very far to the left on a path aiming for where she sees figures running around. She's looking for the best route. "Maybe go sneak over and see if the people can escape first and then work up the nerve to challenge a dragon to a fight? That kind of thing?But hey, your self-assurance is inspiring and I'm tempted to follow you. Maybe you can make a big noise over there, trying to avoid dragon breath, and we can go into a rescue operation over here and then we can meet up at the village? What do you say? I trust you not to get eaten by that big lizard while having a religious argument. Bad way to go."
There's no being subtle with a Dragon. Jalt would respond. If its attention turns to us or me, the townspeople have a better chance of survival.Jalt slows his pace down as he notices the dragon come in for another pass on the town. But you are right.He slows down even more. The people should be our priority. I can slay another evil dragon after they are safe. Now more of a light jog as he waits for the rest of the party to catch up to them
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Seeing Jalt take off initially, Badger grins. "I love it when he's impulsive! Don't worry, Jasa! I've never seen a dragon before in real life but I'm sure we'll be fine!" And she hurries after the group, catching up only when Jalt slows down to wait.
Elspeth stands still for a moment, mildly bewildered by the magnitude of Jalt's response, and only belatedly began running towards the town, following the path the dragonborn had taken.
"Please, let's not get tangled up with a dragon any earlier than necessary."she called ahead as she sped up to catch up to the paladin and cleric, "We're hardly a match for it. I'd say it's best not to risk its attention. We'll be far more useful rescuing the townsfolk instead of being dragon bait."
She glanced around the ruined site of the town that they were rapidly approaching, trying to gauge where the majority of the remaining townsfolk were located.
The sun is setting as you enter the outskirts of the town. You hear cries of fear and pain coming from all directions, and as you approached, you saw people - mostly human, but some dwarves and halflings too - wearing strange uniforms and seemingly part of the attack. Now that you grow closer, there doesn't seem to be anybody around in the area where you've arrived. To one side, you see a few burning haystacks; to the other, you pass by the first buildings which appear to be deserted. You keep a wary eye on the sky; the large blue dragon has been keeping its distance for the most part, only occasionally swooping in to attack with a terrifying blast of lightning directed at the defenders.
Without warning, five humans dash out from between two buildings on your left. A limping man and three young children race across the street into more shadows; they glance at you in alarm, but seem quickly to decide that you're not part of the attacking group. A woman carrying a round shield and a broken spear follows a moment later, and she turns and faces back in the direction from which they came. Eight kobolds stream out of the alley on the family’s heels and fan out around the woman, who looks determined to delay the creatures for as long as possible. The kobolds will attack in seconds.
Chapter One
For days you have been traveling a road that winds lazily across the rolling grasslands of the Greenfields. It still felt like summer when you left Iriaebor, but you can now see brown on the trees as autumn comes. The air is warm and comfortable; the sky mostly clear, with a few white clouds here and there. There are three large wagons in the caravan; atop the one in front sits Jasa, the halfling merchant who hired you. She looks attentively at the road ahead and to the sides. You march at the sides of the road, keeping an eye out for threats, though the days have been uneventful and you’re not expecting anything on this (mostly) safe road.
Please introduce your character and give a short physical description.
Soar, a tallish half-elf, is trooping along the road, a bit noisily in her chainmail, on the right side of the caravan. She's smiling again. Taking a deep breath, her pale eyes look up and drink in the sky... she spreads her arms and gives another happy sigh. "This is my favorite time of year," she says to no one in particular. Perhaps the grass was listening, wasn't that Elspeth said once?
The paladin's foot slips a bit, into a divot along the edge of the road. Her dark-hued armor, covered in a darker tabard with dread, serious skeletal designs woven across it, clangs and she almost topples over, but she turns it into a pirouette that looks a bit goofy but the smile only gets brighter. Her yellow-white hair is straggly and a bit dirty from travel. She grabs the haft of her warhammer with an easy, firm hand and reaches back to still the bundle of javelins secured to her pack. "Watch out, rough terrain ahead!" she calls behind her to Elspeth, eyes twinkling.
Her solid, but slender form begins walking again, legs a bit stiff from days of travel but remembering to peer at the horizon for anything interesting (perception: 12). She calls to the other side of the caravan to ask if her companions any potholes over there.
"Jasa, tell me again about your favorite thing to do in Greenest," she says to the halfling running the show.
You want to hear more of my home? Jasa gives you a broad smile, and relaxes a little, though never taking her eye from the road for more than a moment. Of all the things I do there, it's spending time with family that matters most. Have I mentioned my nephews and nieces? Jasa has told at least one story of her nephews and nieces each day of the trip so far, and doesn't appear to be running out.
Little Yosa, my sister Sumya's middle girl, she'll be a paladin like you, I'm thinking, if she takes to the adventuring life. Such a brave young thing. She brought home a wolf cub, said she'd found the mother dead in the forest and now she'd better be raising the cub like a puppy. And so she did. It stuck around for a few seasons, and still comes back to visit us from time to time. But a wolf is not a dog, you know. An animal like that won't live around halflings, or humans either. Still, the two of them formed a friendship, no mistake, and it was a fine sight to see little Yosa riding her wolf down the main street. Jasa chats on merrily for a while, telling some of Yosa's adventures.
As for things adventurous folk might do, well, not much that I can think of. Still, there's always news in the tavern of some village here or there needs a hand with goblins or wolves. You'll find something to occupy yourself, have no fear of that.
Goblins or Wolves? Jalt asks as he overhears Jasa and Soar’s conversation. One can only hope that is all we come across if we do. The lands have seemingly become littered with more and more evil.
Jalt towers over the rest of the party at 6’5 and he is definitely hard to miss. Completely donned in his chain mail armor, which is complimented with monastic scapular, blue with platinum trim and the symbol of Bahamut on it. The gunmetal hue of his greaves and armor make the fine, silver scaled skin stand out even more. Strapped to his back, a shield adorned in the same color scheme as his scapular, and too with the symbol of Bahamut.
We must stay vigilant. Jalt says as he taps on the shaft of the mace hanging on his right side. Evil never rests. The wicked never rests. Jasa is right, there is always something to do. I have enjoyed these quiet few days. What say you little one? Jalt directs that last comment at “Badger”
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
Breena, more commonly known as Badger, trots along beside the cart, occasionally darting off into the grass on the side of the roadway to peek at an interesting flower, animal, puddle, anything that catches her eye. Roughly the same size as their halfling guide, she sometimes has to run to keep up with the group, especially if she wanders off the side of the road a bit. Her hair is long and honey blonde, and she loves to tuck those interesting flowers (or sometimes weeds) she finds into her braid or behind her ears. Though her leather armor is clean and well kept, there's a somewhat crude flower carved into the shoulder. After seeing some of the fancier, decorated armor that her companions past and present owned, she decided hers was a bit boring and needed embellishment.
"I want to ride a wolf, that sounds like fun!" she pipes up at the end of Jasa's story. Looking up at Jalt, she adds with a fond smile, "And I think you need to lighten up. There's always bad stuff, I suppose but there's always good stuff too!"
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Elspeth ambled along near the end of the caravan, keeping pace with the last wagon but making no real effort to catch up to her companions at the front. The tall tiefling allowed her eyes to wander, flickering between observing the horizon for anything unusual in the distance to examining the grasslands bordering the road they were following.
It was warmer than she was used to at this time of the year – comfortably warm, but it was enough to render the thick woollen cloak currently slung over her shoulder wholly unnecessary. Instead, all she wore was leather armor above a tunic, fraying here and there but still of good quality.
Soar called back a light-hearted warning, and Elspeth smiled, flicking a few strands of brown hair that had escaped from her ponytail away from her face.
“I’ll be sure to watch out for further structural deficiencies along the road!” She called on ahead, mock-serious. She used her staff to poke at the hardened dirt that formed the trail, kicking up a wisp of dust.
She perked up her ears as the tails ends of Jasa and Soar’s conversation, and involuntarily sped up a little with the aim of catching up to the lead wagon.
“It’s been peaceful so far, luckily. Hopefully, our luck will hold for a few days more.” She commented noncommittally. It was always wise to be wary while travelling between settlements, of course, but unnecessary conflict should be avoided.
Jasa has picked up the pace these last few hours, eager to see the town she calls home. Sundown is approaching when you top a rise and see the town of Greenest just a few short miles away. But instead of the pleasant, welcoming town you expected, you see columns of black smoke rising from burning buildings, running figures that are little more than dots at this distance, and a dark, winged shape wheeling low over the keep that rises above the center of the town. Greenest is being attacked by a dragon!
Jasa calls the halt, gets down from the cart she has been driving, and walks over to where you stand, as always a remarkably commanding presence. She looks over at the city. What evil is this?
"Wow. Not every day you see that," Soar says, a little too close to nonchalantly. She's unnerved -- there's a dragon! But she's not cowering. A look of concern and empathy takes hold of her face as she sees Jasa's reaction. She loosens one of the javelins from her back for easy throwing, loosens the buckle on her warhammer belt loop, and dons her shield. She tries to see what kind of dragon is attacking the city, not that she is particularly skilled at fighting a certain color dragon or anything.
She looks at her fellow guards. "All right then, only one thing to be done here. We're gonna go save Sumya and Little Yosa and the others from a dragon. Wanna come?"
Elspeth saw the smoke from the burning town long before she saw the town itself. Thick, black columns, rising lazily into the sky like oversized snakes marked the place where the town once stood. She stared uncomprehendingly at the sight for a moment, before the town of Greenest appeared in her field of vision. She couldn't help flinch away as she caught sight of the shape of the dragon circling above.
"Dragon." She breathed, rather redundantly as she stone forward to the front of the carts. Well, she supposed it was fatuous of her to hope that all would be well.
"This can't be happening." She protested to nobody in particular, the disbelief clear in her voice. "Dragons don't just appear out of nowhere and start attacking towns." Despite her profession of incredulity, her hand flew to the crossbow strapped to her pack, scrabbling to retrieve it in order to have some sort of defence against the winged lizard in the sky. Of course, she knew, rationally, that there was no way she could do anything, which just goes to show how impossible the event was in her eye.
“Well, it would be pointless to keep the carts going towards the town.” She murmured, shaking herself awake from her reverie. “So we should at least try and rescue the whoever's still alive.” She looked towards Soar, and nodded.
"I'll follow you."
I know nothing of the habits of dragons, says Jasa slowly, but that is my home and my family are there. She turns and barks orders to the caravan to come off the road and come to a halt near a small patch of trees, out of sight from the town and hopefully the dragon. She's doing her best to maintain the look of the tough, no-nonsense merchant but you can see that she's shocked to her core, and afraid for her family.
I'm no warrior, nor are my folk here. We'd be of no use to anyone in that mess. And I will not ask you to take on a dragon, but please, if you can get to Greenest and get the townsfolk to safety, you would have my gratitude as well as a reward.
She looks to Elspeth and Soar and says, Thank you, thank you so much. You are true heroes. Please, take care and do what you can. And don't get yourselves killed!
Jalt grabs the shield off of his back and mace from his side and looks to his partners on this journey. We must save whomever we can. Listen to Jasa and get the townspeople to safety. I will try and get the dragon's attention ... He lets out a guttural roar aimed in the direction of the town and dragon flying overhead. Without so much as a hesitation, Jalt sprints towards the carnage before them. SLATHALIN VE DARASTRIX! He yells in draconic. THIS IS NOT THE WILL OF BAHAMUT!
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
Jalt races towards the town, following the road and roaring in draconic. Jasa shakes her head in wonder; A remarkable fellow. Please, make sure he survives this, won't you? And make sure you survive too. With that, she follows her wagons and her people as they move towards shelter and prepare to wait the night's events out. Her second in command, a half-elf woman in a red dress comes over and whispers to her as they walk away.
Jalt has a short head start now. In the distance, the dragon wheels in the air and comes in for another pass over the town.
(Are you all following Jalt?)
"Well I thought we'd maybe take a more subtle approach, mate," Soar says, following Jalt's direction toward the village but very far to the left on a path aiming for where she sees figures running around. She's looking for the best route. "Maybe go sneak over and see if the people can escape first and then work up the nerve to challenge a dragon to a fight? That kind of thing?But hey, your self-assurance is inspiring and I'm tempted to follow you. Maybe you can make a big noise over there, trying to avoid dragon breath, and we can go into a rescue operation over here and then we can meet up at the village? What do you say? I trust you not to get eaten by that big lizard while having a religious argument. Bad way to go."
There's no being subtle with a Dragon. Jalt would respond. If its attention turns to us or me, the townspeople have a better chance of survival. Jalt slows his pace down as he notices the dragon come in for another pass on the town. But you are right. He slows down even more. The people should be our priority. I can slay another evil dragon after they are safe. Now more of a light jog as he waits for the rest of the party to catch up to them
Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."
Seeing Jalt take off initially, Badger grins. "I love it when he's impulsive! Don't worry, Jasa! I've never seen a dragon before in real life but I'm sure we'll be fine!" And she hurries after the group, catching up only when Jalt slows down to wait.
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Elspeth stands still for a moment, mildly bewildered by the magnitude of Jalt's response, and only belatedly began running towards the town, following the path the dragonborn had taken.
"Please, let's not get tangled up with a dragon any earlier than necessary." she called ahead as she sped up to catch up to the paladin and cleric, "We're hardly a match for it. I'd say it's best not to risk its attention. We'll be far more useful rescuing the townsfolk instead of being dragon bait."
She glanced around the ruined site of the town that they were rapidly approaching, trying to gauge where the majority of the remaining townsfolk were located.
The sun is setting as you enter the outskirts of the town. You hear cries of fear and pain coming from all directions, and as you approached, you saw people - mostly human, but some dwarves and halflings too - wearing strange uniforms and seemingly part of the attack. Now that you grow closer, there doesn't seem to be anybody around in the area where you've arrived. To one side, you see a few burning haystacks; to the other, you pass by the first buildings which appear to be deserted. You keep a wary eye on the sky; the large blue dragon has been keeping its distance for the most part, only occasionally swooping in to attack with a terrifying blast of lightning directed at the defenders.
Without warning, five humans dash out from between two buildings on your left. A limping man and three young children race across the street into more shadows; they glance at you in alarm, but seem quickly to decide that you're not part of the attacking group. A woman carrying a round shield and a broken spear follows a moment later, and she turns and faces back in the direction from which they came. Eight kobolds stream out of the alley on the family’s heels and fan out around the woman, who looks determined to delay the creatures for as long as possible. The kobolds will attack in seconds.
"Hello! Miss! Seems you could use some help? I'm Soar, your friendly neighborhood doomguide. Got your back."
Soar sees the kobolds threatened and if she has a chance to fire off a javelin at one as she runs, she will (Attack: 1 Damage: 1)
Regardless, she will run right next to the woman with the shield and draw her warhammer, ready to attack.
Without hesitation, Soar reaches for a javelin and prepares to throw.
Everyone roll initiative please.
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Hoard of the Dragon Queen - Jalt Rhogar - Dragonborn Cleric (9)
"Ive heard it both ways."