I had my first character about 4 years ago when i had just been introduced to the fantastic world of roleplaying. I will always love my first PC, she was a Mercenary who fought for Barely anything, not seeing that much point in paying for things when she could just have taken them anyway, (she wasn't exactly very ladylike), but was quite efficient in the field.
She met her rather untimely end fighting for her life in the gladiator pits of Karthoria having been captured by a group of slavers and sold to the pits. the only things she was allowed to keep were her clothes armour and broadsword. She had to buy her way out of there and the quickest way was to fight the most dangerous creatures, and so, foolishly she did.
A bit of a shame really when you look back and think on it. Go to Comment
The PCs have been traveling for a long time down the same stretch or round with no sign of anything suspicious. As they cross over to the next hill they see a gigantic splater of blood with a bleached dragons scull in the center of it. It the dragon skull's mouth is a tattered backpack with something wiggling inside of it.