Hmph. My name is Fargrim Gorunn, and this is my story.
It was another day in the forest. The sun high in the sky, and several strange travelers walked under the tree I had been sleeping in. They were a strange group, from a green Dragonborn, to a small halfling and several others. The teifling and human completed the strangeness of their party. As did their actions. For as they approached the cavern resting place of an orc raiding party that I had been keeping an eye on, and seemed to attempt to reason with the brain dead beasts. And yet somehow, their ruse seemed to work. We're they allies of these orcs? It seemed very strange that the orc was being so un hostile towards them. Then the halfling drove his blade into the orc's threat and that was the end of that. But not before the others had heard the commotion and came out with an ogre and their chief. A battle ensued, with spells and weapons being flung at both sides. The one in the middle of the fray, a spellcaster of some kind, proceeded to seemingly blow the ogre apart single handedly. It would've been impressive if it hadn't been for the fact that he was nearly torn apart by the rest of its allies. Both sides fought bravely and soon the orcs were dead, with the halfling seeming to take most of the kills by darting between bushes and people, cutting necks and hamstrings as easily as carrots in a stew or meat from a roast.
They proceeded to collect their spoils and I thought of revealing myself, praising them for a job well done, and scolding them for not leaving any for me, when the strangest sensation appeared. My heightened senses were telling me that the rumbling that soon began shaking the trees was no normal earthquake, but the signaling of a massive creature. When I discovered it was traveling in this direction, I began to run in the opposite, knowing I would need a good head start, due to my cursedly short legs. By the time it appeared, I was halfway through the forest, hoping that the trees might slow it down, even slightly.
My running lead me out to one of the roads carved through the forest by the disrespectful locals, but they did do their best to make amends. Sort of. My sprint nearly caused me to run smack into the halfling from earlier, who seemed rather fleet of foot, and had quickly outpaced even my start. The beast chased the lot of us, seemingly having already ate most of the party, for only the halfling, human, and teifling remained. We ran for what felt like hours, finally stopping when it turned towards the north, supposedly going home. Why it was in this area or what attracted it, I'll never know.
Being a good Druid, I let the others rest, keeping a vigilant eye out for the beast or other dangers. Some time in the early evening, a band of goblins appeared on the road, possibly looking for their next victims. I attempted to hide but one must've saw me, or a snore escaped one of the sleepers. Either way, I awoke them in time for battle. We quickly killed the lot of them, or should I say they killed them. I wasn't able to squash a single skull with my great club before they were all dead. The teifling must've been some kind of wizard because he next cast a spell that granted him a companion in the form of an owl. Through the owl, he learned the location of another band of goblins, preparing themselves for an ambush on a caravan traveling the road. We dealt with them just as quickly, taking one as prisoner.
The wizard asked the goblin about a fortress and was pointed in the direction of west. The wizard then tried to kill the goblin but failed, and when the goblin then successfully escaped, I did not give chase. There is nothing good that comes from murder. We rested and readied ourselves for the coming journey. As a bit of a nomad with no real home except for the blessing of Nature's plenty, I thought that going with them would be good. If this fortress was filled with goblins, the destructive little buggers would burn down every tree they could get their hands on in their forges. We'll see if they like the taste of fire when I'm done with them. Or maybe I will let them taste poison, or the feeling of my claws as they rip through their fleshy bodies? Either way, I plan on taking helping this party fulfill their goal, for the good of the region and for Mother Nature. I just hope they don't leave me behind.