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Text Box: Over the past few weeks, most of the trading caravans traveling through the Burning Hills between the City of Salvation and the City of Gryth have never arrived. It is unknown who or what is impeding the shipments from arriving as scheduled. The various merchant guilds have offered a sum of 8,000 gold crowns for the return of the lost merchandise.

Text Box: Traveling through the Burning Hills normally takes a fortnight for a caravan with wagons. Occasionally, caravans disappear due to fierce sandstorms that rage across the area. Only yesterday, a red shadow on the horizon indicated the presence of a large sand storm making its way through the hills. A total of five caravans have gone missing in the last three months. They were owned by a

Text Box: variety of different merchants and carried a variety of trade goods, including spices, silk and dyes. Even the Gildernight Merchant House has lost one caravan in crossing the desert.

Text Box: late that the Vampire Deskryn was not among the victims of the Paladin Amoril and his mighty band that night. It is believed that Deskryn managed to escape and flee to another location before the dawn. A reward of 1,000 gold crowns has been offered for any infor

Text Box: The Paladin Amoril and a band of adventures together confronted the castle stronghold of the Vampire Deskryn. Their combined might was such that they managed to overthrow his rule and cast him out of his home. Unfortunately, after much searching, it was realized too

Text Box: mation leading to the whereabouts of the vampire menace. Contact Amoril in the Temple of the Sun in the City of Salvation with any information.

Text Box: The members gathered once a year to boast of their exploits and show off their latest trophies. Ten years ago, bragging rights went to Lord Rowan Fane, who brought in the twelve stuffed heads of a runt Lernaean cryohydra. That was the last meeting anyone ever heard of. After an

Text Box: other year, the hunters all went off to meet and speak off their latest conquests. Unfortunately, none of them have ever been heard of since they left their homes nine long years ago.

Text Box: Set near the Dweomerspires, on the edge of civilization is the Green Lodge, once headquarters for one of the most famous hunting clubs in the world. Its members were not satisfied hunting mere animals and beasts. Instead they hunted aberrations, magic beasts, oozes, undead, and even young dragons.

Text Box: The Green Lodge was once headquarters for one of the most famous hunting clubs in the world.