The Destiny Chronicles
The small town was an idyllic place. Situated on a medium river, a main road, and just a few miles from the forest it had all the resources for which a growing community could wish. Dwarves, elves, halflings and other races were all welcomed. Trade caravans came through and the town thrived. Until the day the morning sun rose with a red haze. The town was swarmed by slavers.
The small hamlet never stood a chance. The militia was too slow, all being in their homes readying for a day in the fields or woods. A small group escaped, destroying a few slaver wagons as they did.