Our adventurers were stopped on their way to meet their new employer by a sabotaged bridge. After 30 minutes or so the heroic band managed to cross the gently flowing 4 foot deep stream, and sent their two stealthiest, a rogue and a ranger, to investigate smoke rising over a nearby hill. The rogue, wrapped in the darkness of night, silently surveyed a small camp full of sleeping kobolds. Before he could report back to his cohorts, however, the elf tripped and smashed his face into the stone wall the Warforged was hiding behind, cursing loudly in elvish and waking the encampent. A battle ensued, and the kobolds were soundly defeated. A single kobold slinger surrendered, and a fight ensued between the wizard and the rogue as to weather or not to execute the captive. A minor skuffle ensued, and the kobold took his own life rather than be burned alive, but not before he marked on their map were his tribe took shelter.
The band reached the city walls, and after a few Warforged-related tense moments, they were escorted to the home of their new employer. Charles, a mysterious and vulgar elderly halfling missing his left leg. Despite his infirmaties, he seems to be endowed with psionic power. After a good nights rest he informed them of their task: a dwarf woman had hired them to retrieve the body of her husband, whom she was told was ambushed and killed by kobolds along the trade road, not far from were the kobold captive indicated on the map.
The party followed the map, and found a destroyed castle. They decended into the crypt below the chaple (in a most un-stealthy way) and engaged the kobold sentry party. Despite their numbers and a few stealthy surprises, the party emerged almost unscathed. Having put in a solid 3 hours of work that morning, they decided to return to town and rest.
Current XP: 270