It is a beautiful spring evening. You are sitting on the porch of the Red Latos Inn in Saltmarsh. This classic Inn and tavern is owned by the legendary Pirates of Saltmarsh and displays mementos from their adventures.
You have enjoyed a wonderful meal, fine wine and now a relaxing smoke. The town has been quiet other than the occasional straggler who tells tales of strange creatures in the surrounding area. Zombie like in description they are seen in large packs, moving faster than legend dictates and moving as a large group of eating and killing machines. Priests of all deities report that they are much harder to control and turn than normal zombies.
The soft spring breeze suddenly carries a putrid smell with it. The stench of rotting flesh is accompanied by screams of local citizens. Looking up the main street you see a hooded figure walking behind what appears to be 2 zombies who are on chains.
"I need the help of brave men such as yourselves. An evil has been creating this...he points to the creatures.. and turning them loose on the people of the out lying areas. While they are not the hardest things to eliminate they are harder than they should be. And, their numbers keep increasing. I have discovered their point of origin and would like to hire you to go eradicate them, and their creator from existence. I am willing to pay you in the form of lands, magic and gold upon completion of this minor task. I will pay you 500 GP per man, one magical item (randomly selected) per man, provisions for healing and give you a light war horse (including tack & harness) each in advance.
Upon fulfilling your obligation you will receive 200 acres each, the title of Hand of the King and a magical item of your choosing.
My name is Ragnar the Dawnbringer, of Silverton. I will return to my camp in the woods as to not offend the sensibilities of the good people of Saltmarsh any further. I will return at first light to receive your decision". Until then "In the dawn, beauty reigns, and the way is clearer."
Before he turns to leave he tosses a pouch to one of you. It contains a medallion on a leather strap for each of you in it. The medallion looks like this:
It is your initiative
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