Hungry.  Hungry in more ways than one, a half-orc named Flak and an elf named Jodac find themselves in a town called… Phandalin.  Lured by the promise of adventure, they set out on a path towards fame and fortune. Arriving early in the morning, they waste no time heading to the message board to see what work there is to do.  There are 3 messages on the board. They sound like simple errands, but they are paying good gold so they take all 3 and decide to go and escort an acolyte of Chauntea back to town. 

Upon arriving at the stone windmill where she lives, they hear a loud crash.  They see a large creature with the body of a lion, the face of a humanoid, wings and a spiked tail flailing about.  Another large crash sounds as the creature lashes out with it’s tail again at the door.  The wood splinters and begins to break.  A woman peaks out the window of the second floor.  Upon seeing the two well armed men at the gate, she yells out and says… “A little help!”. For their part the adventurers took stock of the situation and in a moment of wisdom, saw this as something to walk away from.  But they did come to this town to walk away from danger.  They came to take it on.  

With no more thought towards the matter, they make there way as close as they can in order to place themselves at the best possible place to attack.  Noticing movement the creature begins turning in their direction.  Jodac unleashes an arcane bolt of lightning at the creature.  The creature rears back on it’s hind legs in pain, giving Flak the opportunity to close the distance and deliver a strike of his own with a mighty great sword.  The creature now focuses it’s full attention on Flak as the deadliest threat and lashes out with a flurry of attacks using teeth and claw.  Flak dodges the teeth of the creature and deftly bats away two swipes from the creature claws.  Jodac continues to pump the purplish-red lightning into the creature as mad fury takes over Flak. In his rage Flak lashes out with a blow that causes to the creature to rethink it’s earlier bravado.  The creature flaps it’s wings to put some separation between it and the group attacking it.   The creature quickly gains distance away from the sword and then away from the lightning.  Flak switches weapons and let’s fly a javelin that unerringly strikes its target.  At the same time a golden arrow strikes the creature in the heart.  The creature plummets to the earth.  A loud crash is heard on the other side to the windmill.  Jodac races to the other side to see the creatures last breath escape its mouth.  

With the foul beast dead, Flak checks on the Acolyte Adabra Gwynn.  Jodac begins harvesting parts from the creature.  After calming down from his rage, Adabra eventually opens the door.  Flak tries to convince her to come back to town where it would be safe.  Adabra adamantly declines due to her work.  Seeing his wounds, Adabra hands him a sample of what she is working on.  The potion heals him of his wounds revealing it’s potent power.  Leaving now would ruin her work.  She instead gives him a letter to give to the town master so that they can get paid for a job well done.