Ok before we start do you guys want to change your charecters?

ye. give me one sec.

Ok, I'll find a way to sum up the background for the story.

Also I didn't buy the book because I'm a broke boi, just thought I'd let you guys know

Ok, if we're ready

The threat of Elemental Evil surfaces in different worlds
of the multiverse whenever the force known as the
Elder Elemental Eye tests its strength. In its current
incarnation, Elemental Evil arises in the Sumber Hills.
The scattered towns and isolated homesteads of this
frontier now face a dire threat. If the forces of Elemental
Evil can’t be defeated before they grow, madness and
destruction could spread unchecked through the North.
The presence of Elemental Evil in the Sumber Hills
goes back thousands of years, when a sect of renegade
drow discovered the extensive caverns beneath the
Sumber Hills and claimed it as their territory. These
dark elves venerated a terrible god of primordial evil,
and they built a shrine to this nameless power. In time,
the ancient drow cult faded away (or was wiped out), and
the place known as the Temple of the Elder Elemental
Eye was forgotten for centuries.
The dwarves of Besilmer were the next folk to
discover the site. Besilmer was a realm of pastures and
cropland. The dwarves established an underground
stronghold called Tyar-Besil beneath the Sumber Hills
to defend against the trolls and giants that plagued the
region. The dwarves discovered the ancient drow hold
and its temple below their own delvings. They lacked
the strength to clean out the ruins, so they abandoned
their deeper excavations. Trolls and giants soon broke
the realm of Besilmer, and the remaining dwarves
abandoned the place altogether.
Over the years, adventurers occasionally stumbled
across the buried stronghold of Tyar-Besil and the drow
vaults below it. Few made any lasting record of their
explorations, and their names are forgotten. But in the
year 893 DR (using the Dalereckoning calendar, about
600 years before the present day), a band of adventurers
called the Knights of the Silver Horn found the place
and commenced an exploration of the ruins. The
adventurers came back to Tyar-Besil again and again,
and when they decided to establish strongholds and
tame the territory, they raised their keeps over each of
the known access points leading to the ancient dwarven
ruins. The adventurers feared something in the deep
caves below the Sumber Hills, and they intended to set a
permanent watch over the area.
History didn’t cooperate. A generation or two after
the Knights of the Silver Horn established their
strongholds, an orc horde swept through the North, and
the keeps were overrun. For centuries they stood empty.
Locals came to know them as the Haunted Keeps, and
various monsters occasionally occupied the ruins.
The abandoned keeps and the dwarven stronghold
beneath them might have been forgotten forever, but a
few years ago a drow named Vizeran DeVir returned to
the ancient Fane of the Eye. A renegade drow wizard
of great power, DeVir was no servant of Lolth; like
the forgotten sect that created the temple long ago, he
devoted himself to the nameless power of the Elder
Elemental Eye. His beliefs led to his exile from drow
society, but his faithfulness to this dark power did
not go unrewarded. Guided by visions, Vizeran DeVir
created four mighty weapons imbued with Elemental
Evil: the spear Windvane, the dagger Tinderstrike, the
trident Drown, and the war pick Ironfang. He left these
weapons on the altar of the Elder Elemental Eye for
their fated bearers to discover.
Within the last few months, each of the four elemental
prophets was driven to seek out the ancient altar by
dreams or visions. One by one, Aerisi Kalinoth, Vanifer,
Gar Shatterkeel, and Marlos Urnrayle claimed their
weapons and became the leaders of their respective
cults. The four prophets established themselves in the
ruins of dwarven Tyar-Besil and occupied the Haunted
Keeps that guard access to the vast dungeon. Lunatics,
outlaws, power-hungry villains, and monsters of all
description began to trickle into the valley, drawn
by the dark call of Elemental Evil. Meanwhile, the
prophets experimented with their new toys, nurturing
the seeds of elemental nodes that grew larger every day
and testing their powers to create ever-larger natural
disasters.
After thousands of years, the seeds of Elemental Evil
once again sprout beneath the Sumber Hills. Whether
anyone can expose these sinister plots and put a stop to
them remains to be seen.

Okay Your party comes upon the town of Red Larch a town on the Long Road, a few days’ travel north of Waterdeep and a few days’ travel south of Triboar. It’s a way stop for caravans coming to or from the cities of the North, with an inn named the Swinging Sword, a tavern called the Helm at Highsun, and many craftspeople who cater to travelers.

As the party comes upon the town of Red Larch, Nhoj Naïlo the silver High Elf wizard, ((redid entire character, kept rolled stats)) runs a pale hand through his shock of silver-white hair and sighs in relief.  After being on the road, he looked forward to having a hot meal and a chance to rest his feet.  

Turning green eyes flecked with gold to the rest of his party, he'll ask, "Anyone opposed to heading straight for the Swinging Sword?  Or the tavern?  Either should suffice.  I require sustenance, and a comfortable chair!" 

( I'll wait for everyone else before I try to really start )