Red Hand of Doom
The hobgoblin hordes lie ready to destroy the human-held Elsir Vale. Hearing of a mighty treasure in a keep somewhere in the vale, friends of old come together from all walks of life. Of course, whether you make it to the keep or not is...debatible.Thousands of hobgoblins raise their fists in a victorious salute. Atop a ridge some hundred feet high stand four imposing figures. One by one, they bow low as another figure emerges from the mist.
Lifting his horned head high, the blue-scaled hob lets loose a scream of primal fury. "Behold! You are the horde of destiny. Yours will be the songs of victory! This I promise, for I am your savior! I AM THE SON OF THE DRAGON!"
