[h1]The Calemviri Mountains[/h1]
[h2]Calemvir's Rest[/h2]

For the denizens of the Calemviri Mountains, it was just another ordinary day. It had begun just like every other. They had set about their daily routines as they had done so the day before and the day before that. And all across the mountain range everything was completely normal. Everything save for a single exception. Deep within Calemvir's Rest, the tallest mountain the Calemviri had to offer and home of the great beast the mountains were named for, the King Under the Mountain began to stir from his 3 seasons long slumber.

For as long as he could remember, Calemvir had loathed the summertime. The heat made him restless, and the restlessness made him hungry. For a while, Calemvir shut his eyes as tightly as he could in a desperate attempt to gain but 1 last moment of precious sleep. But alas, the heat was too much for Calemvir to bear. The dragon opened his eyes and let forth a terrible sound that was half-groan and half-yawn. "I [i]hate[/i] summer" Calemvir grumbled as he lifted himself up off the giant pile of gold and jewels he had been sleeping on and began to survey his hoard to make sure nothing had been stolen. By the time he'd made certain everything was still there, the sound of a great many pairs of feet bearing their owners into the cavern met Calemvir's ears.

The dragon turned his head to regard his kobold servants. Most of the kobolds present carried crude fans with them, much to Calemvir's relief. Despite all their faults, kobolds were surprisingly good with those fans of theirs. "Ahhhhh" Calemvir said while relaxing on his great and glimmering pile of hoarded treasure as the kobolds commenced fanning him "Much better. All I need now is some fresh meat and some new additions to my hoard. With summer underway I assume that won't take long".
A kobold shaman stepped forward and bowed before speaking. "The raiding parties are preparing as we speak, my lord" the shaman said "They will take to their rafts with the setting of the sun and the rising of the moon".
"And with any luck, some of them will make it to the end of the river and reach the east side of the lake" Calemvir replied "Horses raised by mortals who have made them central to their lives always taste the best".

Come nightfall as the darkness became a hiding place for those who knew how to use it and a hindrance for those who didn't, the kobold raiders set out on their rafts in search of settlements near the river to raid for gold and meat for their draconic master. How far they would go down river would depend on how ambitious each raiding party was. The least ambitious would stick near the mountain and attack the weakest settlements while the most ambitious would try to make it to the lake and raid Lorea rather than Môrogoed. Summer had come to the Sunrise Lands, and kobolds were ready to meet it head on. For such was the will of their master.