The trek to promised journey was a long and tiring but the message that came created a sense of urgency that had not been felt in quite some time. Midfern keep had been found again, the lost ancient keep that was sealed away to prevent a great evil from surfacing.
So grab a coffee and let’s dive into tonight’s adventure!
When the first of the elven forts fell to a dark power Midfern keep became the last bastion of defence against the rising dark power. But the conclusion of the elf’s ritual saw the bastion fall from knowledge, buried like the evil it dragged kicking and screaming into silence.
The fort has been found once more and scholars, adventurers and merchants all rush towards the building as the promise of treasure sways all. But their green will cause the downfall as the deeper they push the more they discover and unwillingly unravel. Now caught between a rock and a hard place the party must make a choice, stand against the darkness and try to reseal what was awoken. Or, flee and pray that the darkness doesn’t try and snuff out the light once more.
Midfern Keen
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“Midfern keep has been found,” the messenger at the tavern called out as she stood in the door. There was nearly no one who did not remember the stories of Midfern keep or the treasures that had been abandoned in the forts halls when it fell into silence. “We are seeking aid, scholars, warriors, scouts, everyone. We have secured the outer buildings but only the inner rooms of the fort remain yet to be breached.” the young girl read from a scroll now.
“Fame and fortune to all who come and aid the Scholars of Thombridge as they start to open the keep up by the night of the full moon,” she paused and looked up. “It’s two days away from here so I will take whoever wants to answer to the call to fame and legend.” She finished her speech and hurried to the bar to get a hot meal and drink.
“They say that the elves sealed their treasure in the fort,” one of the patrons said from nearby, whispering to his companions. “A treasure horde fit for a king!” he excitedly proclaimed before being shushed by the others on his table.
“The elves sealed a darkness in that keep. I heard that anyone who enters the fort is cursed and dies within a week. That’s why no one has ever reportedly found it before.” another said near the messenger, who looked up shocked and ate with a look of worry and concern on her face. “I wouldn’t go… But, if it was to give my kids a better life and get the name Pemberbrok in legends then I might as well sign up” the woman said as she sculled from a tankard.
The next morning found the party standing out front of the inn with horses ready, but they were not alone. Dozens of other adventurers, explorers, scholars and even commoners stood near them with possessions packed and ready to go. A man stood nearby counting coins as several people had bought a wagon and draft horses from him for a sum that would be several years worth of wages for most people.
The messenger appeared in riding gear, clad in light leathers and as she looked across those gathered she nodded and moved to retrieve her horse from the Inns stable hand. “Well this looks like a mighty crew. We rest at dusk, rise at dawn and will be there by tomorrow night if we are lucky.”
Thanks for joining me tonight for the start of yet another adventure, one that I hope offers something different to what I have done over the last three years. Each day this week I will continue to add more content to build this adventure up over several days. So don’t forget to come back each day to stay up to date with it and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
Brazen Wolfe Tabletop 