I can understand your position; but to be true, I've only presented the information that would be available to the PCs in passing, plus a few broad possibilities for the backstory. This is how all of my plot hooks are written: Provide a few scraps of information, and if the players bite, run with it -- I was only trying to illustrate how easily the idea could be adapted to fit different stories. That's all it is at this point; just a baseless legend, up for development.
But I can't deny you that it'd be fun to develop the points that were listed (I may even come up with more); I'll take some time this week to flesh out some more broad strokes, then I'll pin them to my submission!
Jaroth, The Spawnslayer
“It all seemed so typical – finally, a passing adventurer answering to the call of a plagued town – so it stands to reason that none of us could have foreseen the events that later unfolded.
“Barrow's Edge had been repelling almost-nightly goblin raids since just before winterfall; raids which fell upon us relentlessly through even the bitterest nights of the season, and continued well into spring. We lost twenty-five from the food shortage alone, but with the advent of warmer weather, so came more frequent travelers along the Trade Roads. They, too, reported being ambushed during travels after dusk, and it seems that news of these events must have generated enough attention to make it back to one of the Pendrall guilds, because they sent us the ranger Jaroth. He arrived after sundown, and left before it rose again.
“The next night there was an unseasonably strong thunderstorm, but through the sleet and the lightning, Jaroth emerged; his heavy, ornate robes pockmarked with holes, his arms and much of his torso bandaged and bloodstained. A few of the men rushed him to the temple to see Listra the cleric, who worked tirelessly through the night to heal our town's hero; even then, Jaroth's hands were left covered with twisted scars. Despite his injuries, Jaroth freely spent the small fortune he had claimed on his quest throughout the town over the following days. When the week's end arrived, there was a celebration in his honour, and there were countless retellings of how he so valiantly dispatched the monsters who caused us so much suffering.
“The following day an overcast sky remained, hanging low over the countryside. Jaroth was preparing to leave, and a sending-off ceremony was being prepared. In the dead mid-day air, a sour-smelling breeze picked up; and the temple's alarm bell sounded off against a cacophonous shriek from above. What followed next was absolute devestation -- Three onyx dragons descended from the clouds above the town, raining flesh-liquefying acid down on anyone unfortunate enough to be caught unprotected. When they landed, they furiously demanded that we produce the villager responsible for slaying their only surviving daughter. They then continued their destructive rampage, toppling buildings and utterly dissolving anything found inside; we searched frantically, but Jaroth was nowhere to be found.
“Those of us who were blessed enough to escape with our lives couldn't help but watch as the entire town was reduced to corroded rubble. We later heard news that two other nearby towns had suffered the same fate before the dragons gave up their violent search, but to our knowledge, there are no other survivors. No one knows how or if Jaroth slipped away unnoticed, but the Pendrall guilds insist that they've received no communication from him since prior the incident. Some of the survivors and their families believe that Jaroth was lost to the dragons during their initial attack, and I hope – for his own sake – that it's true. I lost my father to those filthy goblins, and now my mother and countless others to the dragons' assault; we were displaced from our peaceful homes and thrust into the slums of Corsair. If I see Jaroth again, his life is mine.”
Wizard, and Manager of Corsair's South Bowry Guildhall
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