The Despotic Queen of Shiant has decreed that a competition will take place in the month of Oconerry. She will have built a labyrinth through which the contenders must pass in order to win the ultimate prize: her hand in marriage.
During their travels through a dense wooded area the high pitched sound of a scream tears through the peacefulness of the forest.
Deep in the woods, something has gone wrong. Travellers are disappearing like flies and the townspeople are wary of passing under its shady eaves.
A small group of cannibals has started roaming farther out from their remote home and have come into contact with some farms.
While in a deep forest a fairy will take a liking to one of the players.
A large explosion was heard 4 days ago coming from the foot of the nearby mountains. Ever since then no trade wagons have come through as they usually did.
A plague has hit the local area.
In humans it affects only the most vulnerable, the children and the very old, and even than it's little more than a summer cold. 24 hours of sniffles and then it's gone, barely noticeable really.
To sheep however it is fatal and the whole economy of the area is in serious trouble. If this keeps up the area could well be facing famine.
Somebody (enter the PCs) must find the rare herbs needed to make a cure.