Frost, Storm, and White: The Sky-Torn Hoard

The cavern beyond the collapsed windgate stank of ozone and old snow. You picked your way through shattered tents and halved spears to find where the storm giant had roosted above the frost giant's longhouse and the dragon's midden. The adult white dragon had sought shelter under the giants' watch, hoarding the spoils of coastal raids. Among broken bones and salt-crusted banners you pried open chests and tore down pedestals. What you carry away is a mix of giant-borne trophies and dragon-greed: two giant-strength belts of the proper kinds, a dragon-sundered frostbrand, gems and art objects scavenged from the dragon's hoard, crafting material hived from the beasts' hides and armaments, useful potions, and a handful of curious, cold-touched oddities that promise both coin and adventure. The party—level 12 and battle-tested—has enough treasure here to fund further expeditions, outfit new gear, or bargain with powerful patrons, but expect keen interest from giant-kin and covetous dragon cults in the region.