This week we take a sneak peek at the job offer, the complication as well as the introduction to this weeks baddie – the Cult of the Dragonslayer. It’s been a hot minute since I have done a one-shot about a cult but I find that there is something truly appealing about them. It has something for all parties, those lawful good types who want to protect the innocents that are targeted or impacted by the cult as well as the… well the murder hobos who want a legitimate excuse for engaging in their side-hobby… yeah.
Any-who let’s not look too deep into this and so let’s grab a coffee sit down and roll into tonight’s adventure.
The Cult of the Dragonslayer
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Something told the party that the red stain on the captain’s clawed gauntlet was not something from the food market outside. As he pushed into the room and undid his helmet the bronze Dragonborn, Garius, looked across the party and at Duplicity. “There is a cult in Yole. We have a location to meet a contact but we don’t have their headquarters. But that is where the complexity comes in, and perhaps this is an opportune meeting that we have here.” he paused as he watched the gears turn over in the lieutenants mind.
“You can’t be serious, Garius. The council will never approve this.” she spat as her complexion grew a deeper purple. The faint smell of sulphur wafting in the room as tension grew.
“Deadly so. I need someone who can get the information I need and Tymora has granted me an adventuring party.” he paused as he cut off a rebuttal from Duplicity. “They know our members, they can suspect that we know but they may not suspect outsiders to the city. They call themselves the Cult of the Dragonslayer and they will be looking for more recruits as they lost a dozen on the attack at the parade. I fear that this is just the beginning.” he said as he scratched at his scales.
As the party sat next to the beggar playing three dragon Ante at a barrel near the Bearded Ent tavern. After a few hands the party produced the card that had been given to them. A Dragonslayer card which had been defaced with a symbol on its face which caused the beggar to add in a single bent copper to the ante. After a few moments the beggar stood up, swayed once and declared loudly that he was done. This was the signal the party had been waiting for and after a moment excusing themselves from the same they followed the beggar about fifty feet behind.
A few twists and turns later they found the beggar sitting on the steps of a building, his face illuminated by the pipe he was chomping on as he inhaled deeply. “You play a mean game of Ante. Do you also seek the truth of this world?” he asked, his face watching theirs with great intensity.
That’s it for tonight with more on the way the last few nights this week. Don’t forget to come back each day this week to follow along the development of this adventure and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
Brazen Wolfe Tabletop 