The Tomb of Iron Thorns
Nine generations ago the people of the Yellow Hill district were scourged by the ambitions of the Shrike King, a terrible warlord who impaled his enemies upon long metal spikes. When the Shrike King was eventually overthrown the people took care to entomb him with many rituals and rites of propitiation, the better to ensure that his spirit remained safely quiescent.
Yet lately a feckless robber broke open the doors of the dread lord’s prison tomb, and now the Shrike King’s rotting frame seeks to renew his mad dreams of conquest. His cold servitors have kidnapped many young men from the surrounding villages, seizing them to swell his forces of unquiet dead. The people cry out for succor... and speak much of the treasures buried with the warlord.
Leda Rowian is a cleric. Favored by the gods and granted the ability to cast miracles, she answers the people's call to put this undead horror to rest and save the kidnapped men if possible.
1. Entryway. Corroded bronze chains dangle broken from the glyph-marked metal door. Leda is here. What does she do?
Nine generations ago the people of the Yellow Hill district were scourged by the ambitions of the Shrike King, a terrible warlord who impaled his enemies upon long metal spikes. When the Shrike King was eventually overthrown the people took care to entomb him with many rituals and rites of propitiation, the better to ensure that his spirit remained safely quiescent.
Yet lately a feckless robber broke open the doors of the dread lord’s prison tomb, and now the Shrike King’s rotting frame seeks to renew his mad dreams of conquest. His cold servitors have kidnapped many young men from the surrounding villages, seizing them to swell his forces of unquiet dead. The people cry out for succor... and speak much of the treasures buried with the warlord.
Leda Rowian is a cleric. Favored by the gods and granted the ability to cast miracles, she answers the people's call to put this undead horror to rest and save the kidnapped men if possible.
1. Entryway. Corroded bronze chains dangle broken from the glyph-marked metal door. Leda is here. What does she do?