The dusk falls over Felmore, casting the last warming light over the battlegrounds that were the scene of the days relentless assault. The defenders are weary, their spirits bruised but not broken and the heads of solitude banished from the city. The party, alongside the Red Lord and Elara, had noticed a disturbing pattern when the attacks were occurring, the wraiths that bring the isolation curse seem to act as generals, orchestrating the attacks of those entrapped by the curse. By removing these wraiths, the party believes they can disrupt the enemy’s command structure and increase their chances of survival.
So tonight will prove to be another bigger one so let’s settle down, grab out some paper and plan for tonight’s adventure!
Heads of Solitude
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The last rays of dusk creeps over the horizon, casting long warm shadows across the battle-torn city of Felmore. The air is filled with a tense silence, broken only by the distant cries of the wounded and the murmured singing of the weary defenders in an attempt to lift their spirits. The party gathers around the Red Lord as they discuss their observations from the previous night’s battle.
The Red Lord stands tall pawing at his giant beard as he watches the enemy. His eyes scan the horizon as the setting sun highlights where the foe, those too taken by the curse that the creatures of the Forgotten one bring, and the creatures that stalk amongst their ranks. These spectral wraith are ever watching and when one of the husks, the term given to the people too consumed by isolation and depression by the defenders, seems to fight back against the curse they hurry over to the resistor and reinstate the curse. After a moment the Red Lord looks over to the party and nods knowingly.
‘As you have probably gleamed already my friends, the wraiths – these spectres of isolation – are more than just mere soldiers. They command the husks, directing their attacks and reinforcing the curse on those who fight back against it, sowing despair among their own ranks to force them to battle. If we can isolate and defeat these wraiths, we may turn the tide in our favour.’ he said, confirming the parties own suspicions.
The party spend the better part of an hour coming up with as plan to isolate and destroy the spectres like they did at Meldwel forest. The plan was simple and they had the support of a deity on their side to increase their chances of success significantly. As they hurried off to enact their plan they wanted the other agents move to carry on their part of the plan, Elara and the Red lord supporting in the way that only they could, by drawing the attention of the wraiths and to call them forward to think they could snuff out their light.
It was hard to track the wraiths without giving up their location but they could read the signals that the defenders could as they moved through the outer parts of the city, beyond the walls where much of the days battle had happened. Soon enough they saw the wraiths hurrying forward with a small entourage of husks as they moved towards the Red Lord, goaded by the flare of red light that his candle and Elara’s symbol were blaring releasing.
Separating the Husks from wraiths wasn’t as simple as they hoped but they managed to set traps, snares and slow down the husks enough that the spectres, these isolations wraiths slowly finding themselves stripped of a body guard.
The streets of Felmore were eerily quiet as the party moved through the city. There were only a few remaining husks where the party were unable to separate them from the wraiths and their senses were focused for any sign of the wraiths change in attitude. Shadows flickered at the edge of the parties vision as the wraiths presence was felt, stripping the world of colour and warmth as the party got closer to them. Stopping suddenly the hairs on the back of the parties neck stood on end as the air grew colder. They were close.
The wraiths, sensing the party’s approach, emerged from the shadows and destroyed parts of the city. Their forms are ghostly, with long, goat-like horns sprouting from skeletal faces and tattered dark cloaks fluttering in the wind, nearly identical to the ones they faced yesterday and at the Meldwel forest. Yet they moved with an eerie grace, their eyes burning with a malevolent light as they had a deeper purpose and they found themselves cornered between a deity of light and joy and a group of mortals.
The battle began as the wraiths attempted to once again isolate the party members, stripping away their senses and plunging them into a void of solitude. The party pushed back, a voice clear as a bell pierced through the murkiness which prevented the curse from gripping them further. But they were short on time and these spectres were different, more experienced and calculating and less prone to making errors like the ones they faced earlier. These ones knew that the party could harm their spectral forms and they were keen to avoid the same fate.
As they fought on the heads of solitude, these more experienced wraiths, stared to fall one by one as the party fought while being bolstered by the light of the Red Lords Sacred Candle. As the last one fell a shriek of anger rang out through the city from the main force of the enemy. The sound that they were now at risk of being hunted if they didn’t make a break back to camp straight away.
Thanks for visiting for another night here at my tabletop. We only have three more nights of writing which will go by exceedingly fast with the last days of work for the year and the lead up to Christmas. So don’t forget to come back daily and hopefully, something special will be here when the Red Lords light greets us on December 25th. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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