Brazen Wolfe Tabletop

Battle for Felmore

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It’s been days now since we last saw the party and as the battle of Felmore rages on there have been several more waves of enemies rushing at the walls of Felmore. However, there is a big change in the husks as several have stopped mid charge and begun to sing to the hymns and songs of praise sung over the walls by the defenders. Soon they are coming back to their senses and the horror of what their reality crashes into them. Luckily the Red Lord assisted with Elara is there to help those who manage to break the curse.

Soon the numbers that come towards the walls are less and less and eventually they all together stop. The city of Felmore stands resilient, its defenders are weary but triumphant with the attacks stopping. The forces of the Forgotten One have been pushed back, their strength waning with each passing moment over the past few days and now all together non-existent. The Red Lord stands at the forefront, his presence a beacon of hope and defiance drawing the last of the cursed towards him and into the holy cacophony of mirth and joy that his hymns and prayers bring. As the final battle nears its end, a sinister presence fills the air.

The skies above Felmore darken as a chilling wind sweeps through the city. The air grows heavy with an oppressive sense of dread which several of the people who recovered from being husks shrink back from and flee deeper into the city. From the shadows, the Forgotten One emerges, their form a dark and twisted silhouette wrapped in discarded and tattered grey robes. Their eyes burn with a malevolent light as they survey the battlefield of buildings and barricades made from market stalls and tables.

‘You may have defeated my wraiths, but this battle is far from over. I shall not be so easily vanquished. You all don’t deserve the mercy that Red offers.’ they stop to stare at all those gathered around the Red Lord. Their eyes a mixture of hatred and envy.

‘Not everyone is worthy of a second chance Red! Where was my second chance? Where’s the redemption I was promised before being locked away in endless darkness. No, there is just isolation, the true redeemer and the true repentance. It is the only path for atonement for their sins, your second chances and your mercy isn’t fixing these people its destroying them. They all end up alone and suffering, I hear them, all of them when they are so very desperately alone.’ a cruel smile covers their face as their form wavers between being solid and made of shadow stuff. Their voice distorts colour around them but as it tries to remove the colour from the party and the Red Lord it fails to take hold.

Elara starts to sing, her voice calling the hymns of the Red Lord speaking of forgiveness, mercy and second chances. Soon everyone is singing and the area of grey and shadow starts to disappear as warmth spreads out from those gathered as they sing louder. The Red Lord smiles and reaches into his overly large coat bringing out a candle stick made from Red Wax.

‘You don’t have to be alone. You chose self isolation Grehy. You do not need to dwell in the darkness, a void between planes, you can join us in the light and have your second chance.’ the Red Lord replied to their threat with a warm smile. The creature, the Forgotten One a deity who represented loneliness and Isolation shrank back as if struck.

As the Forgotten One’s power wanes, they makes a final, desperate move. Their eyes lock onto Elara who radiates hope and joy. The Party forgave her for being with the group that tried to capture and kill them. She got a second chance and stood here unscathed.

‘If I am to fall, to disappear back into where I have spent my existence then I shall take something precious from you. That way at least I will not be forgotten’

With a swift and otherworldly motion, the Forgotten One turned into shadow before reappearing behind Elara. Her arms snapped forward snatching Elara from the midst of the defenders. Before anyone can react, Elara and the forgotten one is dragged into a puddle of shadow and darkness, her screams echoing through the area. The portal closes behind them, leaving only a lingering sense of despair as colour is drained from.

The Red Lord steps forward and places a giant hand on the spot that Elara stood. After a moment he stands and looks around before finding the party. ‘The Forgotten One has retreated to the demiplane where they resign, a realm designed to break the spirit and enforce eternal loneliness. We cannot leave Elara to such a fate. We must follow and rescue her, and in doing so, we may find a way to seal Grehy away for good as perhaps they are beyond help.’

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