The Temple of Existential Evil

For many years, a bizare cult flourished somewhere on the shores of the Nyr Dyv. But the leaders of these bizarre ideas were full of hubris and, in their overweening pride, sought to overthrow the good realms to the north, who were coming to the rescue of the land being crushed under the tyranny wrought by the evil temple. A great battle was fought.

So great was the slaughter, so complete the victory of good that the walled stronghold of the Temple of Existential Evil fell within a fortnight, despite the aid of a terrible demon. The place was ruined and sealed against a further return of such abominations by powerful blessings and magic.

But then, a year ago, the bandits began to ride the roads again - not freqquently, but to some effect. To the good folk of Tharp, this seemed all too familiar, so they sent word to the Viscount that wicked forces might still lurk thereabouts.