Hoard of the Dragon Queen
Placed under a night sky on the altar of the Waxing Moon somewhere deep in The High Forest, swaddled in an old blanket, a tiefling infant lays abandoned. Presumably left for the druids to find and care for, by parents who could not bear to raise their child in the world of hate and mistrust they endured every day, the world of men.
Found by the druids of the Circle of the Moon at their monthly gathering, the child was adopted by the gruff wild men of the forest. As the child grew, she was taught in the only manner her new family knew; that of nature and balance of the elements. They eventually named the child, both for her infernal heritage, and her wild upbringing; Nem’eia Stormclaw.
Returning to her small village after her nightly prowl, Nem’eia, now a young adult druid, spies smoke in the distance and hurries back.
She arrives to find the village razed, her adopted family fallen among the grass in various human and bestial forms, cut down by the blades of their foe. There too she finds numerous hooded and cloaked bodies, shredded by tooth and claw.
Rushing desperately to search for survivors, Nem’eia finds only one elder breathing. She tries to wield the wild magic they have taught her to mend the old man’s wounds but they are too great.
He tells her of the relic, the ancient relic the druidic Circle built their village around to protect. They have taken it he says, the Cult of the Dragon. To where and what end he knows not, but they must not be allowed to keep it. He charges her with its return to the cave under the villages’ clearing and dies in her arms.
Burying the only people she’s ever known in the earth they loved, and burning the bodies of their murderers, Nem’eia swears vengeance and vows to return the relic.