The city of Felmore stands on the brink of loneliness as an imminent attack from the forgotten ones hordes is on the horizon. The Red Lord, having been restored to nearly full power, is now the beacon of hope for the people. However, the Forgotten Deity is determined to extinguish this light. In a sinister move, the Forgotten One has called those who have fallen beyond hope into deep isolation due to the imagined banishment curse. These unfortunate souls, little more than husks, are driven by a twisted belief that the defenders of Felmore are the source of their torment and that by defeating them they will be able to find peace.
So rally the defences, stand by the wall and by the gate for we march into tonight’s adventure!
The Brink of Loneliness
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As night falls over Felmore, a palpable tension grips the city as the once-bustling streets are now busy for a different reason. The streets once filled with stalls and hawkers are lined with hastily constructed barricades, and the cityfolk have taken up arms alongside the soldiers and the party. The Red Lord stands at the steps of his temple and his booming voice rallies the defenders to bolster their spirit.
The city walls loom tall and foreboding in the moonlight, casting long shadows over the assembled defenders who stand vigilant over the battlements and beyond. A chill wind sweeps through the streets, carrying with it an eerie whisper of despair – foul mutterings trying to twist and taint the minds of those who defended the city. But the Red Lords booming voice bolsters the mind and spirits of those in the city and his hymns and songs of joy and hope can be heard from all parts of the city. Yet, despite the presence of the Red Lord the distant sound of shuffling feet grows louder, and the party knew that the time has come. The Forgotten One’s cursed army is approaching.
Despite the preparation they had managed to get done over two days the early arrivals of the Forgotten One’s army had rattled the defenders. Their old friends, neighbours and at times family members had stumbled into the barricades and attacked any who tried to help them. By the third morning there was a large force held back by several of the skeletal-ram headed creatures that the party had encountered at the Meldwel Forest.
The air is heavy with anticipation as everyone prepares for the fight to come as the rising of the light seems to signal the creatures and those lost to the curse the creatures carried rushed towards the city. The first orders to let loose fell on deaf ears but by the second call arrows started to fly through the air towards the rushing horde.
The first sign of the attack is a low, mournful wail that echoes through the night. From the darkness, figures emerge – pale, gaunt, and lifeless. Their eyes are hollow and exhausted with their movements plagued by bouts of anguished cries. These are the husks of those who have succumbed to the banishment curse, imagined by the people of Felmore but inflicted by the creatures of the Forgotten One. Both creature and man surge forth, driven by the Forgotten One to serve as instruments of terror.
As the battle rages the party rush to the main gate that they rally towards, the entry point that is closest to the Red Lords church. As they throw themselves against the gate they brace while the defenders ready another deadly payload for the husks that throw themselves at the gate. As the banging stops the party are called to the temple as the Red Lords voice booms out encouraging the defenders and renouncing those that attack the city.
But another voice sings out and catches the parties ear, Elara singing a hymn and it carries down to the party. They look up in time to see a glowing red barrier surround the Red lord and herself, both the Red Lords Candle and her own holy symbol radiating power as the barrier forms moments before one of the curse bearers, the Isolation Wraiths. Rushing to the Red Lords side they witness the city guards fall to their knees and call out in despair as the wraiths power takes hold.
The fight is quick and brutal but the party defend the cleric and her deity with minimal casualties from those who stood with them. As the party’s resources get dangerously low a screeching call that seems to drain the colour form the world resonates from the field beyond the city. The Wraiths and remaining husks turn and rush off to their masters call leaving the party and defenders to look after their injured, the fallen and despatch the mend the battlements.
Thanks for visiting another night. Don’t forget that tomorrow we will continue this adventure further so make sure to come back for another section of the adventure. We only have another four days to go so make sure you don’t forget to come back daily so you don’t miss a thing and, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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