Tomb of Kings
A strange morning in the tavern, mist, or smoke perhaps, pervasive throughout the wooden interior, wearing heavy on the lungs of all inside…
As the window was opened, so flew out the grey smog, to reveal in the corner an old Dwarf, George Greytoe, a short conversation led to the discovery that the rest of his party was wiped out in the hills to the north-east…
As the brave adventurers tread over old gravel paths, they find their vision fading.. a mist not unlike that in the tavern falling over the white-flowered Dwarven Burial Hills..
Strange chanting, a creature following them, a prayer to Moradin, and they arrive safely inside the old Tomb of the Kings, a majestic Dwarven construction.
Inside, using faith, cleverness and Strength, they lay back to rest the old Dwarves, and press on to face that which was revealed: The Amalgam.
This mass of cloth, souls, bones and metal was eventually defeated, using the environment of the large in-cave grove, and the adventurers returned battered.. but with new knowledge. They do not trust Stinous Armenthous any longer.
Strange Mushrooms
A farm covered in strange purple mushrooms and a farmer at his wits end is where we begin. Behind his home a secret cave was found. Giant rats attempted to end our adventurers quest, but were decimated. Following the winding tunnels and more hidden passages to uncover a laboratory, old and long forgotten. A large container of yellow fluid was suspended from the ceiling. In the chamber beyond the source of the mushrooms was found, a magical monstrous Mycellic master.
After some investigation, blood and guts it is discovered that the yellow fluid is the bane of all things of a Mycellic nature, and the source is vanquished!
Spider Trouble
Brave adventurers succesfully rescued a lumberjack from the claws of two giant spiders. Some goblins and kobolds were left to be eaten by swarms of baby spiders, but a dryad was also rescued (though perhaps not fully voluntary).
Hints of an even larger spider were found, including the body of a unicorn, whose horn was being stolen by some kobolds (Cult of the Sleeping Dragon) who were chased into the cruel arms of the rescued dryad. No horn was ever found though.