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Temple of the Red Dragon Cult
🕑 Added 2019-04-23 20:25:05 +0000 UTC"Temple of the Red Dragon Cult " [30x30] has 3 map variants (plus grid, no-grid, JPG, PNG and PDF versions, ready for Roll20, Foundry or your favourite VTT platform).
"...In Temple of the Red Dragon Cult, the characters are called in to pursue a dragon that the king's army was able to wound but not kill. It seems straightforward enough: the army tracked the dragon to its lair, and all the characters have to do is go in and kill it. But this dragon has a devoted cult of dragonblood followers who worship its every breath. Its lair is their temple -- and they'll fight to the death to defend their dragon-god..."
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From the burned journal found in the old bookstore:
We are still on the hunt. Tracking this dragon was a hard task, but we managed to find it and fight it, but in the last second this flying lizard was able to escape. Bleeding like a stuck pig, crying from pain it flew towards mountains. I’m tired, but we have to finish what we’ve started. For the king, for the honor, for the safety of the realm!
Tracking a wounded dragon is not very hard. Destroyed trees and big, oily pools of blood are more than enough to see its path. But something is wrong, when we’ve met shepherds they were trying to scare us away. They didn’t want to give us any food nor place to sleep, so we had to take it by force. Why are they so close to the danger? They have to be aware of the dragon presence.
After a week we are finally here. We thought that the dragon would be living in the natural cave, but as I stand I see stairs, pillars and other things clearly made by man’s hand. Right now we are hiding in the woods, planning our next move. If someone besides the dragon is here, they know about us. Order is an order, no prisoners, dragon must die. I’ll take it to hell, even if my life will be the prize for it.
The night has come, my team has decided to storm this temple with our full force. Scouts gave me reports about dragonborns up there. We don’t know how many, and we don’t know anything about the dragon we were chasing. With the blessing of the gods - let’s end this.
If you are reading these words, it means I’m gone. Traglauf Blandorf, the last son of Handal Blandorf writes these words. This is my story.
The next pages are burned, so it’s hard to see if anything more was written, but you feel a very delicate scent of magic. After a quick spell the map of the temple is shown. Stone walls and glowing altar at the end? If the spell is still working, maybe Traglauf is still alive?
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