The Mad king Foranen has slowly lost his mind over the years and despite his mind slipping his physical health has been augmented by charms and prayers that his devout followers have bestowed upon him. Not all longevity is consequence free it seems and in his later years his mind has darkened further. Thinking himself more powerful than the gods he is quick to silence the members of the church and those who use reason against his orders.
Let’s approach this one cautiously, grab a coffee to go and let’s walk down the isle of tonight’s adventure!
Mad King Foranen
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As the adventurers cautiously step into the grand hall, their eyes widen at what lays before them. Tall Gothic arches stretch towards the ceiling high above, and vibrant stained glass windows cast a tapestry of colours across the marble floor and wooden furniture. The air is thick with an eerie silence, broken only by the soft clinking of their armour and the guards who accompany them to see King Foranen.
At the far end of the hall, seated upon a magnificent ornate throne is the mad king Foranen. His luxurious royal robe, a blend of deep blue and shimmering gold, drapes elegantly over the throne’s armrests. The intricate patterns and embellishments on his attire speak of a once-great ruler, now lost to the depths of madness. His crown, adorned with precious gemstones, glints in the filtered sunlight as he smiles up at them.
“Are these the people? my champions who will fight the storm for me?” he asks
The king’s eyes, wild and unpredictable, dart between the adventurers. His expression is a mix of regal authority and untamed unpredictability. He leans forward slightly, as if to better scrutinize the newcomers, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the throne’s armrest.
“Well I don’t have forever, hurry them up. If my gold is not good enough for these adventurers, like the last, then send them on the way. A visit to the dungeon to learn some humility would be in order!” King Foranen calls out as he becomes more agitated.
The adventurers exchange uneasy glances, each silently questioning the wisdom of this encounter. The tension in the room is palpable, a stark contrast to the beautiful, almost serene light patterns dancing on the floor. They know that this meeting could either lead to valuable information or plunge them into very real danger.
Thanks for joining me tonight to find out more about the mad king and his request. Don’t forget to come back each day this week as I continue to expand the adventure here and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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