A Contract and A Hike, The Promise of Coin and An Unexpected Danger: This is Questing
The two adventurers were sought out by a middle aged man of seemingly common origins. His hair was cut short and his beard was kept tidy. The graying streaks suggested a stressful struggle with either gold or family or both.
He confirmed their correct guessing. His stress originated from family. His missing brother, specifically.
He was offering a heavy sack of coin, ten gold, and eighty silver each. A fair price for a simple task:
Snoop around an abandoned temple in the North to discover the reasons for it’s voidness of inhabitants.
With only a moment of thought and a nod and smirk, the adventurers accepted the man’s contract. He provided some direction, a book containing significant land marks and establishments of Kogthiirn’s Lookout, and map he had written on to aid them in locating the temple. Before the two left, they inquired about the brother’s disappearance, they asked things like:
“When did he go missing?”
To which the man responded, “roughly ten months ago. With no warning. The Letters just stopped entirely.”
“What was your brother’s involvement with this temple?”
He seemed a bit troubled as he responded, perhaps this interrogation was putting more stress on the man. “He was a priest, of the Order of Light. You know, the head of the church in nearly every city, the holymen and Templars that live by the Light and seek the Greater Good of All Man Kind? He went to their sacred temple, a secret place, to study the ways of the Templar and attain the blessings of the Light.”
“If this temple is supposed to be a secret establishment, how did you find out it’s exact location?”
He began to wring his hands and let out a nervous chuckle, “I stole a tome from the church here in town after his letters stopped coming, I wanted to know if he had taken some sort of vow of silence or if something could have possibly happened… I was worried, I thought I’d try to go there myself… But my wife, and my kids, and our animals… I just can’t go m’self.”
Preparation, Launch, and Arrival
With the appropriate information, equipment and materials, the dual hireswords stepped off to the North with the winds at their heels. After walking the main trade roads and hitching rides from passing horse-wagons and the occasional caravan for eight days they arrived at the edge of the wooded hills that supposedly contained this majestic and holy place. With weapons in hand, they chopped their way straight through the brush, traveling directly through the thick fauna rather than around as the map had suggested. They felt as though the clean and easy route would be too much of a penalty of time and that cutting a path to the temple’s projected location would be vastly more efficient.
Two whole days of climbing over fallen trees and large boulders, hacking through thick brush, navigating through a seemingly endless landscape of trees, scaling cliffs and wading through rivers. In between major obstacles, they would stop and set up an improvised campsite and acquire a meal by whatever means available. Finally, after weaving through an infinite amount of tree trunks, they stepped through the treeline into a clearing that greeted them with a great temple. Tall gray pillars of magnificently hewn stone supported the extravagant arches of a massive overhang the provided shade above a marbled floor that lay just before a massive oaken door decorated with shining metal plates fashioned in the likeness of a god’s visage…