After a massive day today, and a big day tomorrow with Mothers day for Australia, I drove home to the view of Aurora Australis tonight which sparked ideas of, well you guessed it, a D&D adventure for me. So when I got home, unpacked the car and settled the family down for bed I attempted to create an image that would reflect the start of the adventure I had seen.
For me this isn’t recreating nature but it is highlighting that the evocative imagery that we see can influence what we create in our fantasy worlds – a concept I have used many times before. So sit back, grab a coffee and let’s check out tonight’s adventure idea!
Evocative Imagery
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Sugo stood at the edge of the paving’s and looked over the city of Trevalis. The arch wizards had erected the castle on top of the mountains to remind the peaceful people of their power and, more importantly, that they were for ever watching. Sugo had been born with with some magical power but it was not impressive enough for the Arcane College in Tervalis to be accepted into their program. So devastated and upset he instead said goodbye to his companions who had made it into the prestigious college for the arcane arts and left to find his own path.
Decades later he stood above the city and gazed upon the castle. It had grown since he had last seen it and no doubt it was at the cost of the lives it had taken in. His colleagues had been broken and their magical powers harnessed by the arch magus’s elite council – a practice forbidden for centuries but hidden until one of his colleagues had sent a warning to him. He gazed at his elderly mentor and friend, Simon, a legendary mage that had been exiled from the academy for standing against the council.
Too powerful to be controlled or defeated yet not powerful enough that they would fear him. So they cursed him that he would never achieve the rank of master. Nor would he be able to step foot in Trevalis nor gaze upon its people or city until a master welcomed him to do so. But here they both stood, the Master and his master as they gazed upon the corrupt city.
Raising his walking stick off the ground it expanded and gained in weight until it was a warped and twisted staff. The wood thrummed with power as Sugo began the spell – one to not only put fear into the hearts of the corrupt Magus council but to also cease their forbidden rituals.
The magic was linked to the fabric of the world itself, by removing that spell, that magic itself from existence he could undo what had been done and save countless lives. However the spell was unpredictable and despite practicing it in small doses the removal of the power behind the thrown of Trevalis would take something more. So he borrowed magical power from the grass, the breeze, the cascading waterfalls and the ground itself to create the grounding forces for his spell. As the weave added its magic to his call the elemental magic took the appearance of great spheres floating in the sky, immediately alarms could be heard coming from the city but it was too late for them.
Lightning dashed across the sky as arcane energy arced towards the spheres. Each bolt was channelled through the spell and was searching for the traces of the target of the spell – the forbidden magic. Soon a few bolts of energy could be seen coming from points in the city and the academy, however the keep was a different story. The entire keep thrummed as it fought to wrestle control and keep the energy it was built with. Simon began chanting adding his own powerful magic to counter the spells being cast to locate them and undo Sugo magic but he knew only Sugo could stop the spell.
Soon arcs of lightning erupted from the castle as the stolen energy was ripped from those who had perverted the natural world. The energy solidified into spheres of oscillating power which attempted to stabilise themselves before being given back to their rightful home. The spell that adjusted the fabric of the world was not one that just anyone could control and the side effects were ever lasting. As Sugo strained to maintain control he, once satisfied, began to command the last action of the spell.
The removal of the forbidden practice from the fabric of this reality and the return of the energy to where it came from. Many of his comrades and friends had died in the practice and the outcome of this practice was unknown. But it was a risk he needed to take, for the memory of his friends and the justice that only he could mete out.
Now that’s all that we have time for tonight, but its not all that we have for this weekend. So don’t forget to come back tomorrow for more Tabletop content and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe























