Month: Apr 2023

Play Room of the Depraved

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Welcome to another Thursday night where I want to quickly reveal the play room of the depraved. This week we have an adventure that revolves around finding out the source of the ongoing corruption and depravity before confronting it, two instigators of temptation. Did I mention they are in here two? Well, its sure to be a thrilling adventure. So to reveal what we have planned, let’s roll into tonight’s adventure!

Play Room of the Depraved

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A nice simple room, windows blocked out by wall coverings either side of a large plush couch. Food and alcohol on the centre table define what this room is for and elude to the parties that went on in here. The room has a heady musk of narcotics and a dank smell to it that is intoxicating to the senses.

“Throne Room” – Small – created in Inkarnate
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Tempters of Brightkeep

The two tempters of Brightkeep are influencers amongst the lords and ladies of the city. They bring with them unending parties, celebrations and exotic temptations that have swayed even the most devout and rigid.

Their true forms are yet to be revealed, but they seem to take great delight and pleasure in watching the city devolve into depravity.

Temptress of Brightkeep – created in nightcafe
Tempter of Brightkeep – created in Artbreeder

Thoughts

The tempters of Brightkeep are, ready for the reveal, a succubus and an incubus. I think its succubi and incubi but its quite a late night. However, regardless of proper pronouns for these two they are the instigators of temptation and depravity within Brightkeep and we have them in our sights now.

But, even with them being known for what they are and identified as such – will we be able to deal with them?

Thanks for joining me for a glimpse at two more NPCs, the antagonists, in this weeks adventure. Tomorrow night we look at the Statblocks before this weekend we wrap up another adventure. Don’t forget to come back for the last few days as they promise to be full of fun! Also don’t forget to come back this weekend for the end of week writeup and inspiration for your own tabletop. And, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Overwhelming Collaboration

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Tonight Overwhelming Collaboration graces this adventure this Wednesday as we look at the devious, genius minds behind the overthrowing of the city of Brightkeep. This unholy, unnatural union of powerful individuals has marked Brightkeep as their play thing, a city full of people to corrupt and enslave. But, what makes this union of individuals so overwhelming? I guess we best read on and find out tonight. So let’s sit back, grab a coffee and let’s roll into tonight’s adventure!

Overwhelming Collaboration

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The sounds of the banquet were progressing to the grand finale of the evening and the cacophony was growing to a near deafening chorus of wails of lust, gluttony and excess. Looking across the manor’s hall the sights, smells and sounds were even overwhelming the guests of honour. In fact they wouldn’t have it any other way.

This city, once filled with the devout and pious was now theirs. The deprave, the thrill of those giving into their desires and throwing conscious consideration for modesty away was ripe for the taking. As the two nobles looked across the table as the party departed elsewhere they smiled at the heady scent of the taboo and the temptations that this place offered. It was good to be here in person after twisting the thoughts of the pure into perversion for so long.

The harder the person to corrupt the sweeter their fall.

Dinner guests

Sitting at the table and watching the nobles leave for another party Lemren looked at her meal and had a crawling feeling of doubt. This isn’t exactly what she thought it would be like, attending these parties, these celebrations of wealth and opulence. She watched as her parents stumbled out, drunk from the wine and thrill of their relinquishment of control. In fact when her parents were behind those heavy stone doors they were different people. Gone was the two people who cared about this city and the progress it was making. Those people were left at the door with the hastily abandoned shoes.

Sighing she stood and walked towards the door, walking amongst the people and sights and smells of the city in full swing of its night market would do her well. However as he left the two advisers, two people who had come to the city a few years back stood close together. As she strode across the room they watched her and whispered, smiling at her but the words they were muttering didn’t match the looks on their faces. Let alone was it the common tongue. Those two gave her a bad feeling and she wished her parents would listen to her concern.

The night market

Walking down the street she sighed in relief. This is where she felt like she belonged. The people selling their wares, produce and sometimes their services. Good people living their best lives and basking in the wealth that the city had accumulated over the years. She watched as gold was exchanged for an item of clothing, then exchanged for food to sustain the vendor. Then from food it the gold travelled to a merchant selling jewellery who exchanged that gold for company on the brisk night.

The city was alive with commerce. However, as she walked and marvelled at this she also noticed the darker side of it. A cage of people were being auctioned off, slaves, soon to be maids and house servants. Probably the outcome of a war of conflict up north. Pickpockets stole the purse of working folk and noblemen alike. Thugs and thieves stole from tables and ran off with the produce of honest folk. The City guards did nothing about it and the cycle of turning a blind eye to corruption and the growing depravity of the city continued.

“Just like my parents” she pondered out loud, moments before she bumped into someone clad in adventuring gear. The Vessel contains a drink spilling to the floor. “Sorry, I was lost in my thoughts,” she said with an embarrassed smile and a curtsey. The adventurer smiled as their party, friendly folk, joined their companion. “Can I offer you a drink or meal as I seem to have caused you to lose yours?”

Thoughts

The path to redemption starts with a single act. And we have many ways to that path available to us this week. I like to think that it doesn’t have to be Lemren who initiates the contact, it could be a tip-off from the shadow to point the party in the right direction. Or someone visiting the temple for prayer. I personally like the later, but this week is pretty open to how we get to the end goal. But more on that tomorrow.

Thanks for joining me tonight. As we look into the corruption that is prevalent in Brightkeep we also can stumble across sparks of the old faith, of justice. Don’t forget to come back tomorrow was we weave this adventure a bit tighter. I have a few plans up my sleeve for this adventure and this weekend we may have a few surprises. So don’t forget to come back for that and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Depraved and the Devout

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Tuesday is here and it brings us some of the depraved and the devout of Brightkeep. As the party investigate what has befallen Brightkeep and the utter loss that Brother Amed Kazzadim has exposed they will meet many more NPCs. Tonight is just a suggested few, but this is a NPC heavy adventure where there are a few key people who revolve around the scene. But that’s for another night. So to ensure that we can get to the good stuff let’s grab a coffee roll into the adventure!

The Depraved and the Devout

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The great thing about this weeks adventure is that its NPC heavy, but any NPC can do. The idea behind this is that all NPCs can be a suspect but only a few of them are actually the cause of the complete acquiescence that has encaptivated the city.

Brother Amed Kazzadim

Brother Amed Kazzadim – Created in Artbreeder

Amed Kazzadim is one of the watchers, the legendary paladins of Helm that call the city of Brightkeep home. Amed and his loyal assistants, the shadows, have been travelling and quelling corruption and injustice for over a decade. But recently they felt as though Helm’s grace was waning and they hurried home to Brightkeep to investigate what the cause could be. Upon arriving they found the city in different states of depravity.

Many of the populace had given into opulence, some just seeking wealth and delicacies but there was others where their deprave nature was deeper. The city guards, once devout followers of Helms justice had also turned a blind eye and many of the faces present were new.

Something was corrupt in the city and Amed sought out his orders home, the temple to Helm, to find that it had been cleared and defaced for some time. Within the temple he also noticed some adventurers, foreigners to the city who he could feel was being guided by justice. Perhaps they could be devout allies in his cause to save this city?

Henry Bassel

Henry Bassel – Created in Artbreeder

A young son of a wealthy merchant Henry spent most of his life learning to work hard in order to get what he wanted. However the items his fathers shop sold started to become the most popular item in Brightkeep. Soon his father had retired and moved out of the city to enjoy his riches quietly and Henry inherited the highly lucrative business.

Now a young man he has employees who run the shop and he is free to spend his wealth how he see’s fit. Attending parties, spending money on clothes, food, drink and women he is a man of luxury now and is regularly invited to join the elites of the city. However his focus on business keeps him from attending those gatherings of utter debauchery and indulgence. He has a business to run after all and despite the constant offers his fathers words echo in his mind.

“Work smarter. Appearance is everything. If people see you as something valuable, something indispensable so you will live in comfort with want for none.”

Sister Kate Blanwell

Sister Kate Blanwell – Created in Artbreeder

One of the shadows of Helm, Sister Kate Blanwell was one of the paladins who didn’t manage evoke the justice that Helm offers provides. Instead she was offered a different path in which to serve helm and mete out justice. A shadow is the name of those who follow the Paladins, operate from the shadows to see the world for what it is.

Kate is adept at reading people and understanding the different shades of right and wrong. Able to detect a lie or motives she determines the judgment that Helm should cast before Amed and the other Paladins deal it. In fact together with Amed, Kate has been the critical point in almost all missions the paladin has been on. Perhaps Helms grace and power that the paladins can evoke has eluded her because of the keenness of her sense of right and justice. In fact, perhaps she is the closest to helm out of all the order.

Lemren DeChantel

Lemren DeChantel – Created in Artbreeder

Being the daughter of the lord of Brightkeep Lemren was born to near-nobility. Over the past year she has gradually stepped up to run the city and make decisions whilst her parents become more focused on reaping the benefits of what they have earnt. Headstrong and determined Lemren is showing traits of a good Lord of the city. However, who attentions turn to the parties, displays of wealth and other distractions that her parents have fallen to.

Regardless of her natural proficiency with running a city she bores of the day to day chores. In fact even she has begun to slowly find ways to slip away from important meetings to flitter amongst the people on the streets and enjoy the life that her parents power has befitted her.

Thoughts

This week has collection of those offered depravity, those seeking devotion and those who are seeking one, both or neither. As I mention this week any NPC can fit into this adventure and tomorrow we may introduce another one, or few, that will act as our antagonists this week.

Thanks for joining me to get a glimpse of The Depraved and the Devout. The rest of the week we will expand upon this adventure with hopefully a striking conclusion at the end. But if I have tempted you to come back tomorrow I will gladly welcome you to the twist of this week. But don’t forget that this weeks adventure grows with each day so make sure to come back daily. And lastly, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Complete Acquiescence

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Welcome to another Monday where this week we give into Complete Acquiescence and visit the City of Brightkeep. Perhaps I have been spending too much time building my Slaanesh forces but this week, using a random encounter generator, this weeks adventure slipped into my mind. From a single creature the story was born like a lightning bolt through my mind. And now I am here to share with you the tale of Brightkeep and how a party of adventurers attempted to liberate it from overwhelming odds. So to get into the adventure we better accept out fate, relinquish foolish ties and roll on with the adventure.

Complete Acquiescence

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Brightkeep Manor hall – Created in nightcafe

The city of Brightkeep was magnificent. A city that was built around the temple to Helm, the deity of protection, is a many layered city that has enjoyed being protected by the knights of Helm known as the Watchers. The people appeared to be a wealthy lot as they strode around the markets in fine clothes. Many bought richly coloured vibrant fabrics, jewellery or even exotic foods.

The party headed towards the centre of the town, the market place was too chaotic and busy and there was quite a lot to see in this city. Many of the guards laughed, drank and indulged in the delights of the city as much as the rich patrons. In fact on multiple occasions the party witnessed a theft, pickpockets or something more dire where the guards look almost displeased to give chase of the thieves.

After a few minutes of walking the party noticed that a single, tall robed man had been walking behind them for quite some time. His boots and long white tabard were dirty, filthy with mud and other stains, some of which looked like blood. The clink of mail could be heard over the din from the other inhabitants from this city as the man strode with purpose towards the party.

Friend or foe

They could feel the power radiating from this man, a holy knight, one of the Watchers. To bring upon the gaze of the watchers was to incite the judgement and potential wrath of Helm and this man embodied the feeling of judgement. As they hastened their pace, not wanting to tangle with the man, their twists and turns down alleys only seemed to increase the speed of which the man continued his pursuit. But there was something more. Two shadows, men and women in darkened robes that had the same markings of the watcher, flanked him. The three of them gained ground on the party.

Turning a last corner they came across a large, old door. The stones were worn, besmirched with grime and dirt and the door looked as if there had once been a lock. Now removed forcefully the door provided the party a way out and away from the watchers who were gaining ground quickly. The pink of mail and hurried, yet softened footfalls of the shadows were moments away. Pushing through the door they closed it behind them and let their eyes adjust to the gloom.

The ruined Temple

They were in a large, magnificent building. Large columns of smooth stone held the roof up. The floor was littered with pews and tables, all of which were pushed over, broken or otherwise defiled. Suddenly the door behind them creaked before it was ripped from its hinges. The water and shadows trickled into the room and stood there in shock.

“What has happened to the temple of Helm…” one of the shadows, a woman, asked. “Brother Amed, this would explain the presence we felt. The order of Helm, the watchers. They have gone. the city lies unprotected…”

The large warrior just stood there looking around, his eyes glancing over the party before he strode to a beheaded statue to Helm and knelt. The murmur of prayer echoed dimly from the walls.

Thoughts

Now I haven’t touched on the creature that has triggered this adventure but the fall of a major, the major power in a city is never good. In fact that is what this week is about. I wanted to run the party through the investigation of the issues in the city. I believe that finding the root cause and silencing it will make this adventure something to remember and I cant wait for the party to experience it.

Thanks for visiting tonight and looking at a glimpse of the complete acquiescence I have planned. However, tonight is just the start so you best come back each day this week as we expand this weeks adventure. Don’t forget that to check out my zines if you like what I do and need a quick adventure. In fact, Wolf Moon Rising is my latest one and would flow in nicely into this adventure, so I would check that one out next.

I also must remind you to book some time for your tabletop. It’s important to maintain a focus on our hobbies even if its for a few hours. And as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Wolf Moon Rising

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Tonight and I have created another zine for this weeks adventure, Wolf Moon Rising. This adventure can be used system agnostic as we explore other RPGs out there other than D&D. So please adjust to what ever creatures you are using in your adventure! However as always Kobold fight club can be used to quickly balance an encounter for Dungeons and Dragons and Tetra-cube currently provides the stat-blocks for creatures in this adventure.

So I hope you enjoy this weeks adventure, Wolf Moon Rising. If you like this format please let me know and I hope you enjoy.

Wolf Moon Rising

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The halfling woman crossed the tent to retrieve a cup of stewed herbs. Inhaling the smells from the potent mixture she breathed out a sigh of contentment, kneeling by the fire to look what the omens had in store for her. As the fire danced across the coals in front of her the herbal tea and smell of the smoke. 


Slowly images appeared in the fire in front of her. As normal, for her tribe, a large wolf appeared amongst the fire and images swirled around. The passing of days, three in total, The sun being devoured by the great wolf and the moon replacing it. A burning village, animals running as packs of wolves ran with her tribe as they hunted anything that moved within the land. The halfling dropped the empty cup as the images slowly resided. 

The day of the great hunt was approaching and she had much to do in order to protect the tribe.

Berkshire

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The trek into Berkshire was a relatively uneventful one. The animals that had stalked them for days had given up their pursuit but they had been acting more aggressive, more bold than normal wolves, bears and boars. 

The town of Berkshire is where the party had been summoned, the promise of wealth and adventure had sounded nearly too good to be true but the governor of this town had apparently built the town up from just a few houses to what it is today. 

Houses and farmsteads lay on the outskirts of the town with farmers working the fields. The lack of animals was soon explained by a large pyre of burning livestock carcases that sent a plume of dirty smoke into the air. 

It didn’t take them long to find the governor’s building, his office, and after a few moments they were shuffled through the doors and ushered to meet Casey Dae.

PDF adventure – Wolf Moon Rising

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Thanks for joining me tonight for another Zine. Next time you get a party together consider running this adventure and I hope that you enjoy it.

I hope you don’t miss a thing so come back daily in the coming week. This is so you can experience the creation of the next adventure as it evolves and shapes out. And as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Challenge one word adventure

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Good evening all and welcome to another long overdue speed adventure challenge. Tonight for my Adventure speed challenge one word adventure I have chosen Claw. Tonight the adventure will follow a few key criteria but by the end of it there should be an adventure that should be useable.

The criteria include:

  • Time limit: 30 minutes
  • Word: Claw
  • Minimum word requirement 1000
  • Must have a initial Plot, Secondary hook and conclusion
  • Must have at least one NPC
  • Must have at least one conflict
  • Must have at least a description of a battlefield if no map is produced
  • Images and statblocks can be added after 30 minutes if required
  • Notes on how to run the adventure or the thought behind it
  • Anything done after 30 minutes clearly called out or identified. (red background)
  • Can clean up after the 30 minutes~

Claw – Challenge on word adventure

Time started: 8:00:32

Plot:

At the edge of the emerald sea there lies a string of villagers, towns and cities that all have been encountering members of the “Worshipers of the clawed god”. These zealots are fanatical in their belief that a great beast, a forgotten deity resides within the large underwater sink hole that lies off the coast. Those who have been captured and questioned claim to have been chosen by this deity to spread their word whilst travelling by ship or boat on the sea.

What has brought this to the attention of the local power and authority is that each report has no ties to the other. However, each one of them make the exact same claim to be chosen. They have reached out to see if they can understand what is going on by seeking assistance from adventurers of some renown.

Clawed God – created in nightcafe.

Causation –

The cult, the Worshippers of the clawed god have all been exposed to a Huge crab. However this crab is far from ordinary as it has ingested flesh of a dying aboleth that had fallen prey to hunting ships. When ingesting the flesh of this sunken aberration the crab obtained some of its psionic powers. As the crab was consuming the flesh the aboleth was using the last of its psionics to corrupt the mind of the crab, in an attempt to enslave it. However the aboleth was just too weak.

The result was a highly intelligent crab with mild psionic powers who had received its hate for humans and ships from the dying creature. In fact the creature now seeks to get its servants, the worshippers of the clawed god, to bring all the ships of the emerald coast to its lair, the Emerald Coast sink hole.

Main NPC:

However, it is not the authorities, the Sea Watch who has reached out to the adventurers. Jess ‘Ironsails’ Smith is the financer of the endeavour to route out the cult and understand what is going on. Jess is the inheritor by mirth of the Ironsun trading company. The Ironsun trading company operation was born out of Wavecrest, the largest city on the Emerald coast, and they started small. A few ships and just as few crew would run trade goods from the Emerald coast down to the Thruul jungles.

However Jess, after protecting the vessels from pirates, took it one step forward and began bringing goods, rare spices, herbs and other trade items from the jungles of Thruul back to Wavecrest. This saw the companies profit increase threefold and through her actions the company expanded. It now has a place in each port along the coat and, in its own right, becoming the largest power in the southern jungles.

Jess is a middle-aged woman who was born on the sea, literally born in a boat. In fact so close is her bond to the sea that she forsake her parents forges to quench her fire for good. However she is a stubborn as raw iron and as honed as steel.

Secondary Hook:

After talking about the job with Jess the party go to leave, a man attempts to push past them, dropping a long blade that thuds into the wood below. The blade is serrated and curved with the cross guard curving towards the blade itself to look like a claw. The man looks nervously between the party, Jess and the blade. However, seeing the party notice the blade the man attacks them, pulling a secondary blade in the process. After the brief but vicious fight the man is identified by Jess as one of the deck hands for her ship, the Wave Blade.

Jess asks the party to investigate the ship first in case there are other members there who have fallen for the uprising cult.

Area for Combat:

The hallway is thin and cluttered with tables, portraits and displays of wealth. The Ironsun trading company came from nearly nothing but apparently now has no qualms with displaying their wealth. However despite the art, fine silver and portraits that line the walls everything displayed has a purpose.

Swords, daggers, spy glasses, everything that is here is a tribute to someone in the portrait. In fact the only thing that is on display that doesn’t have a corresponding portrait is a worn anvil next to Jess’s door.

The floor is well maintained and sturdy. However the creak of wood and smell of salt water underneath the boards gives away the buildings location. Built on stilts on the beach and stretching out across the dock the Ironsun’s office is build into the docks. In fact despite the wood being durable it is also prone to damage. The salt and water has weakened sections that could cause it to fall through.

Creatures for combat:

Giant Psionic Crab

Clawed God Cult members & Enslaved crew members

Sharks

Eels

Created in tetra-cube

Resolution:

The party take a single ship to the Sink hole and fight the crab. The weak psionic powers don’t have much affect on the party who are experienced combatants however some of the ships crew may become enslaved. Once the crab is killed the other sea creatures and enslaved crew and cult members are released from the psionic slavery. However, they will suffer for a few days as they regain their sense of self.

Thoughts and notes:

I think its about time for a maritime adventure. The tricky part with this adventure will be balancing actual combat in the water against what we can do on the ship.

I don’t think having a huge sized crab on the ship will be hard. However exploring its movement as it crawls under the keel of the ship to attack from a different side, attempting to both sink the ship and get the combatants into the water will be tricky.

The investigation may take some time however planting a few cult members on the Wave Blade will give the party a good lead. In fact the creature wants to be found, but it wasn’t planning for strong defenders on the boats.

Time finished: 8:30:52

Words: 1140

Thanks for joining me tonight. Tonight was a bit of a fun one and a long overdue test to shape things up. Don’t forget to come back tomorrow as we wrap up last weeks adventure. And, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Like a Lycanthrope

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Welcome to a frightful Friday Fight-night where tonight we learn to hunt and fight like a lycanthrope! But that won’t be the only creatures we fight this week but it certainly is the one I am most excited about. So instead of getting all excited about the big angry-pup-men let’s just roll into tonight’s content – creature Stat blocks!

Like a Lycanthrope

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The Wolf Tribe Wolves

Step by step the werewolf moved forward. It’s fellows already had run off into others parts of Berkshire. The long legs ended in sharp claws while shredded rags hung from the creatures body from before it changed. Fur the colour of dark woods, browns blacks and greys blended together to give the creature in front of them the look of a predator. An alpha predator. The best and biggest hunter of the woods but further than that there was an intelligence in its eyes.

Its large eyes reflected the deep reds and golds from the Luna eclipse and its ears twitched to detect all the sounds that the town was making. People barricading doors, windows and even walls to stop the maddened lycanthropes from getting in. People screaming and crying and running through the streets. And the howls of the hunters as they closed the gap between themselves and their prey.

Werewolf – created in tetra-cube

Other creatures that join the hunt

Thoughts

Now a werewolf is a hard fight. I think most of the balance of this encounter comes to where our parties are at. Their level, equipment and wealth (magical items, silvered weapons etc.) are all the deciding factors of this weeks adventure. For me I would probably have a party of level 5 adventurers with magical items by now that would cut through their resistances. But maybe your party wont. So keep in mind that this is a deciding factor on what makes a hard and easy encounter form this week.

Thanks for joining me tonight. An alpha predator, some potential hunting buddies to also join in the Wolf’s hunt and their prey. Guards and mercenaries wont last long, and commoners definitely wont, but they are the main objective of this week. Keeping them alive. So with the weekend already here don’t forget to come back this weekend for the final writeup – in Zine format – and a few more surprises. And, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Hunting grounds of the Wolf

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Welcome to another Thursday night where we look at materials to help flesh out our adventure this week. Tonight we look at the two places that we can consider the hunting grounds of the wolf, the deity of the Wolf Ridge tribespeople. Tonight I really wanted the theatre of the mind to be centre of the stage. Where we look at the potential for combat we can use descriptive language to really enthral our players. But to get to these descriptions we need to first move out of the introduction… So without any more delay, let’s roll into tonight’s adventure!

Hunting grounds of the Wolf

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As the party began to leave the top of Wolf Ridge the sound of growling and whining came from behind. Turning around the partially obscured sun shone brightly in their eyes as they strained to find the source of the noise. A pack of wolves stood next to the tribespeople at the pyre. Each one of them rested their heads on the lap of one of the tribe and whined in a high pitched concerned manner.

As the party watched on, making sure the wolves wouldn’t attack it became easier to see the people and beasts. The sun’s brightness was dwindling as the moon began to cover the fiery orb. A sound of tearing fabric came from the gathered creatures, one of the young boys near the pyre began to convulse as muscles, bones and tissues split, healed and morphed into something more.

The change

A large shock of black fur sprouted from the ripped clothing as the chains and woven ropes grew taught on his swelling frame. A moment later another young one began the same transformation process. However none of the adults were affected. In fact they continued to chant in prayer. The halfling woman, a shaman of some kind looked at the party with sadness and concern. “The change has begun. The warriors you have in Berkshire will remain in their human form for as long as possible but the more distressed they are the shorter the time it will be. You must hurry.”

The party raced back down the hill as the first of the blood chilling howls erupted from the pyre. The young and infirm were beginning to change but those who were devout in faith and belief held strong and controlled their curse.

Wolf Ridge Tents – created in nightcafe.

Berkshire

The screaming from Berkshire could be heard from as far as the open gates. A rushed stream of people leaving the town pushed past the party as they hurried through towards the cages. Something told them they were too late. In fact it was more than just the screaming as the time it took to get back to the town had seen the moon nearly fully eclipse the sun.

“Stand firm, hold!” the voice of Luke could be heard from the centre of the town. As the party rushed through the busily clearing streets they came to the sight of a cage nearly full of werewolves. Each wolf was taller than an average man. In fact most of them were as broad as two with the tribespeople being larger than average. However despite the size difference, and monstrous form of the Tribe of the wolf warriors the guard held firm.

Run…

But that is when they heard it. The first of the cage bars breaking, snapping from the fury and might of the lycanthropes. As the cage shattered the beasts stepped out into the moonlight of the Lunar eclipse. “It’s too late. Run for your lives. The wolf has them now, and will have us all on his day of hunting. You should’ve left us chained in the cells for only there would’ve you been safe!” one of the few human form women said. as she knelt and prayed. “When there is no sun left even I won’t be able to contain myself. Go and save as many as you can. Only the cells will save you now.”

Berkshire – created in Inkarnate

Thoughts

This one is a bit of a fun one. A bit of a nightmarish scene as the moon blots out the sun. I personally like the idea describing the fear of the villagers, guards and even the apprehension of what’s about to happen from the lycan’s. Seeing their curse as not just a disease but their deity enacting a great hunt will be a fun twist. I believe that the party members will have to think fast to overcome the situation they will find themselves in this week.

Thanks for joining me for another night at the tabletop. Despite not having any maps for tonight I will still look at creating some for the final product this weekend as they can be a good way to visualise certain battle area’s. In fact sometimes theatre of the mind and having a map for parties to utilise can enrich the adventure that little bit more. So make sure you come back tomorrow night for the creature blocks, there will be werewolves guaranteed.

Don’t forget to come back this weekend for the end of week writeup and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Wolfing Hour

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This Wednesday brings upon us the most holy time for the Tribe of the Wolf, the Wolfing Hour. It may come to no surprise for some of the more astute readers but there are a few hints to this weeks theme already there. But what we have in store is a bit different. But that’s something we will explore tonight. So you better sit back, grab a coffee and let’s roll into tonight’s adventure!

The Wolfing Hour

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The party was confused. The prisoner’s from Wolf Ridge weren’t fighting against the guards. They weren’t pleading for mercy or threatening violence to their captors. In fact they were sitting near-motionless and were in different stances of prayer and worship.

“something’s not right,” one or the other mercenaries hired to assist the town and party began. “It’s like Luke said. It’s a sacred week and they won’t do nothin’ to us. But like, it’s not natural. What’s special about this week anyway?” He asked as he bit into a hunk of bread and cheese.

“Well whatever it is the Captains got a plan for them. He wants the lot of them hauled outside, unshackled and put on display in a wooden cage. ‘Barbaric treatment for a barbaric tribe’ he had said.” A nearby guard said. “It doesn’t sit well with me.” He added looking at the peaceful tribes people in front of them. “They seem content to sit here, chained up in the cells. These don’t look like the people that would attack our farms and steal our animals.”

The request

It wasn’t long until the party had another group come and relieve them from watching the peaceful prisoners. But when they left the guards barracks they were greeted by Casey, the Governor. “Hello, might I trouble you for a drink and an extension of the job? That is unless you’re content to stand around bored and guard those that don’t need to be guarded.” he said with a smile.

After following the Governor to his office he uncorked a small bottle of spirits and offered a drink to the party. After those who wanted some had a glass of the strong alcohol he looked out his window and towards the barracks. “Despite me trusting Luke in his judgement and ability to cast judgement, something doesn’t feel right.” he began, swirling his glass around. “These aren’t the people that we have had trouble with. Sure I recognise a few and they are the same people but, their fight and viciousness has gone. I have heard that they spend their time in prayer to their deities. They even thanked one of the guards for locking them up and asked for their chains to be tightened.” he sighed, placing the glass on the windowsill as he rubbed his temples.

Change of heart

“I need you to go back to the village, just you. A small group to understand what this sacred week is about, work out why they are like this. Luke told me they were vicious savages with no culture who would raid our farms monthly and slaughter our animals for the fun of it. But those aren’t the people I see in front of me. Luke has a plan to prove to the people that the capture of these tribesmen is the right thing. He wants to put them on display and let the people see them enraged.” Casey looked back at the party, wiping a tear away.

“I can’t let him do that to these people. They appear to be innocent, peaceful men and women. Will you please consider a quick journey to the village and to speak with their elders, or find out what’s going on some other way. Please?”

As the party left Berkshire they noticed the guards dragging the tribespeople to large cages in the centre of the town. Luke was standing there watching. “No please, take us back inside. Bind us. Don’t put us in the cages!” an older man cried out, visibly distressed. “You can’t do this. Please think of your people. They don’t deserve this.” Luke just frowned.

“I knew you were bad news. This religious, calm act was just that was it? An Act? Luke practically spat at them. “A day in the cages will teach you humility.”

Sacred Day

The party neared the village, less than a day’s travel away, they noticed a plume of smoke from the central pyre. Approaching the village they found all the tribespeople sitting down, chanting and bound to large logs around the column of smoke. As the Party approached the older halfling appeared from a tent with lengths of metal chains as she approached a large log at the centre of the gathering. As if by magic she turned and stared directly into the eyes of the party. “You shouldn’t have come. It’s not safe. Not today, our most sacred of days.” she said. “In fact, this week isn’t great with the full moon approaching. What brings you here? Has the people of Berkshire seen sense and reason and released the tribespeople?” she asked as she started to mark the remaining tribespeople with symbols of the moon on their face.

When she noticed the party looking at the chains and ropes she sighed. “We don’t know when our sacred day may come. Some of us can feel it, the elders of the tribe. We are cursed people who live and die by the moon cycle. Our strength wanes as the moon grows in its own strength and its power controls us. But, there is another time where the strength of our deities is too much. That’s today. If you want to save the people of Berkshire, you must leave now. Leave before the wolf comes and claims his people.”

Thoughts

So the concept is simple. Self imposed exiles, a recluse tribe of lycanthropes. Yup, werewolves. However, they are not the murderous kind and wish to live in harmony with nature and try and control their disease. However the young or new joiners of the tribe can not control their urges during a full moon… Or a Luna eclipse…

Thanks for joining me tonight. This week promises a lot of combat, high amounts of danger and even a game of cat and mouse, err, well wolf and human. So make sure you come back daily to follow along. And, lastly, don’t forget that as the weekend approaches to make some time for your own tabletop. And, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The people of Berkshire

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So here we are at another Tuesday where we are introduced to the gullible and the gambler in more detail. Tonight we meet Simon and Raff, the two protagonists or antagonists depending on how you see them. But the party will learn something very important this week that those who they work for may not always be trustable. So with that in mind let’s grab a coffee, buckle up and roll into the adventure!

The people of Berkshire

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As we set up the adventure for this week we are introduced to the people of Berkshire tonight. But more to the point we are introduced to the leaders of the city, the Governor and the guard captain. However I hope to show that even great leaders can give the wrong order and get things wrong. Last night I gave you the first part of the adventure as our party attempt to take wolf ridge, and do so with ease. But, I have more, so much more in the words for this little town.

Governor Casey Dae

Casey Dae – Created in Artbreeder

Although Casey wasn’t born to Berkshire he came in wanting to be integral to the little town. Having many of his business ventures in a larger city fail he escaped debt and persecution from those he owed money too and found his way to Berkshire. But while here the quiet life of working for someone wasn’t to his liking and he convinced the town to make him Governor. This was partly because of the friendship he formed with Luke, a retired military veteran who he instated as guard captain.

But his endeavours at becoming a governor weren’t all smoke and mirrors and with no competition he was able to grow the township and it expanded from a few households, a single inn and a general store to something a bit more. When the Tribe of the wolf who lived on the aptly named Wolf Ridge started to threaten the town he built up he quickly acted.

Luke Chard

Luke Chard – Created in Artbreeder

A veteran from a military conflict some time ago Luke sought out the quiet life in Berkshire. However the war he fought in never quite left him and it drove him to drink and to squander away the meagre amount of money he had managed to save. That was until Casey arrived and gave him purpose.

Being captain of the growing guard of Berkshire gives him regimental discipline as well as the purpose of commanding the other guards. Under his guidance the guards are well respected and fair in their dealings. But, the level of control of the guards from Casey through Luke is something that is questionable.

Thoughts

Tonight I have purposely put both Casey and Luke as, somewhat well respected people. Neither of them are malicious or have ill intentions however both of them are the causation of the calamity of what will happen in Berkshire this week. But having these two work for the people of Berkshire will give us a solid foundation to build from.

I am excited to put the party in the same place with these two to give them a strong contrast from some of the other one shots. Having nothing Inheritantly wrong with them makes it hard for their actions to be questionable which further adds to the adventures intrigue.

Thanks for joining me for another NPC night, I hope you got some inspiration for your own adventures. Tomorrow I will bring the secondary plot hook and trigger to blog. And I can’t express how excited I am to bring it to life. So don’t forget to come back tomorrow to read what I come up with. Or for the rest of the week for that matter. And lastly, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe