Post by DM Private P on Jan 7, 2022 9:30:38 GMT -5
A small group appearing to be a merchant caravan veers off the road into the forest. They proceed deeper and deeper into the forest. As the sun sets and the moon rises they begin donning dark purple cloaks and robes. They place two crates next to a tree. After ensuring none are nearby the cultists encircle the tree and begin praying and chanting to the glory of Cyric. The crates next to the tree begin to shimmer and slowly fade away with no trace. Seeing the result the humans change their outfits again and head back to the road. One whispers to another, "Do you know what was in the boxes?"
The other slowly shifts his eyes about and whispers, "It was a shipment of adamantine. The true god blessed us greatly that we were able to get this shipment to its destination."
When they reach the road the merchant caravan heads back to town acting as if they'd sold all their wares.