Dungeons & Dragons: The adventures of Legorlas Green Leaf

Short introduction: I joined an ongoing adventure based on the Mines of Phandelver (or so I'm told). I quickly whipped up a level 3 character based on a class I always wanted to try. Meet Legorlas, the wood elf druid, born and raised in Neverwinter Woods. 

And so Legorlas was just setting up camp while delivering a message to a certain person of interest, when he was attacked by dragon cultists. In the woods. On his home turf. Enraged, the druid transformed into a bear and laid into the cultists. Needless to say, they fell like wheat.[1]

The party noticed the commotion while travelling nearby, and came to investigate. They were thinking of taking the humans' side against the raging bear, when the cultists turned on them, and so the decision was made for them.[2]

The fight was short and ended with the capture of the cultist leader. The party included a tiefling warlock, all to happy with applying some torture. It was quite cunning, repeatedly burying the cultist using Mold Earth. I had no patience for this nature-disturbing idiot either, and so we made a good team. The cultist told us about the dragons they were serving[3], all the while screaming his rage. At this point, a halfling sleeping in a nearby tree woke up to all the racket, and tried to silence him with an arrow. We almost killed him in return, but instead he joined the party.[4] We learned that the cultists were after my message, but knew next to nothing else. I executed the fool for his crimes against nature.

Learning from the adventurers that the original recipient of my message was dead, I opened up the letter. My master commanded his old friend[5] to take his band of adventurers[6] and go kill some goblins threatening the region, and recommended my help. I was all too happy to join forces with the adventurers and do battle for a common cause.[7]

We slept for the night, with the adventurers identifying some magic items looted previously. Then I managed to find the best paths through the woods[8] and we got to the goblin encampment in record time. It turned out that they set up shop in an old abandoned castle, which I decided to reconnoiter. I did a splendid job[9], circling the place through the eyes of a raven and locating a back entrance. We sent in the invisible halfling[10] and he scouted out a guard post of goblins and the throne room of their bugbear king. We went in, and the dwarf barbarian decided to open a door by ripping it out of its hinges. The invisible halfling, just behind the door, screamed. With the thin air screaming, the dwarf screamed as well. With our surprise gone, I screamed at the goblins, provoking their attack.[11]

The first wave was made up for 4 goblins from the guard post, but we shot them down easily. 

Then an owlbear charged in, but I cast Faery Fire and the rogue critted it 6d6+3.[12] The bugbear king, its pet wolf and a wizard[13] joined in as well, but our shield bearers stood their ground, and our warlock suggested the wizard should pray in the corner for 8 hours, to which he obliged.

We stopped there for the night, and all's well when ends well.

[1] What can I say, I rolled exceptionally well.

[2] The correct decision, I mean.

[3] Not directly, but through a powerful wizard called Favric.

[4] Another new player.

[5] RIP.

[6] What a coincidence.

[7] While doing the bidding and earning the favor of my master.

[8] Thanks to a critical roll.

[9] Thanks to another critical roll.

[10] Let him earn his keep.

[11] Come out, filth! Judgment is upon you!

[12] The disappointment in the DM's eyes was worth it.

[13] Recognized by the other adventurers as an old foe.