Curse of the Sickled Hand
Focu Edor¸ the local cleric of Gafolweed bursts into the inn huffing and puffing. As soon as he spots you¸ he rushes to your table and panting for breath and sputters¸ 'The dead walk! They... they have been looting our graveyards and stealing the corpses of our own dear ancestors! I tried to stop them. I called upon the might of Galvathor but to no avail! The holy light was powerless against them. I fear I am forsaken and Gafolweed is doomed. I beseech thee¸ noble adventurers! Please¸ take up my cause and help me rid Gafolweed of this blight before it dooms us all!'
"Will your fellowship of budding heroes be able to face the Curse of the Sickled Hand?