The year is 962. On a warm July afternoon you and your fellow circus-folk began to set up for a show in the large town of Cosenza in southern Italia. Your trip down the western coast of Italia has been fairly uneventful and this day didn’t seem any different.
Wagons were unloaded, tents set up. Elephants were fed, equipment checked over and makeup applied. Yet all would not go according to plan on this day. In the distance you began to hear screams and shouting. A large band of Tiefling raiders from Sicily had chosen this day of all days to attack Cosenza!
As Tiefling marauders and the local militia clashed the booming voice of your great ring-master was heard, “Make your way to Ravenna! We will meet there, my friends. Come as you are able!” With these parting words the circus scattered, acrobats going hither and thither, a suddenly free Elephant charging off into the hills and so forth.
As circus members grabbed what gear they could locate, travelling packs, weapons and the like, through coincidence, providence and perhaps a little intention our 5 adventurers ended up striking out together.
After nearly two days of running the party stopped outside of a small unnamed village to catch their breath and gather their bearings. In the distance the smoke and flames from Cosenza could still be seen. As the party prepared to settle for the night a group of peasants from the nearby village approached, torches and pitchforks in hand.
Tense conversation followed. Through diplomacy, some slight fibbing and a bit of trickery the party avoided violence and was allowed to make camp outside of the village.
Night fell and you survived your first adventure…