Brazen Wolfe Tabletop

The Demi-plane of Isolation

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The Red lord steps towards the empty archway where one of the gates to Felmore stood before the siege tore it down. Placing his large hands on the cold stone he hums a jolly tune which creates sparks of gold and red to dance from his fingertips across the rock. A fey heartbeats later and a large shadow pulls itself from the ground and knits itself to the stone, creating a passageway to the demi-plane of Isolation.

After all the preparation they can manage in the short timeframe they have they all bolster their resolve and step through the shadowy gate and into something unexpected. A world much like their own but devoid of anything and everything. There is no colour, no warmth and no sun as the world is dimly lit in greys and monochrome.

‘A plane of existence where only one can dwell, only Grehy can live here as the plane will kill anything and everything else. Even her servants and those Wraiths that we fought do not survive here for long.’ the Red Lord muttered with a look of depression on his face. ‘I wish there was another way, I wish Grehy would forgive themself and see the joy in life.’

The demi-plane of isolation is a desolate and haunting realm. The sky is filled with a constant grey overcast that casts a pale light across the landscape which is barren and lifeless. The air is thick with a sense of… nothing, the crushing and empty nothingness that only Isolation from existence can bring. The ground beneath the parties feet is cracked and dry, and shadows move unnaturally at the edge of your vision.

As the party continue, a faint sound carried on the wind of a defiant hymn being carried across from a distant place, the constant emptiness and crushing isolation starts to wear them down. As they move deeper there are point where the wind carries and the landscape distorts the sound of Elara in the singing in the distance and they have to regain their bearings to continue their search.

It wasn’t long until the party reach the heart of the demi-plane of isolation, a large towering building that rises from the ruins of a city. From the desolate fortress beyond them they can clearly hear Elara singing a hymn of the Red lord and a dash of colour can be seen deep within a large building in the centre.

The fortress is a twisted reflection of the world, its halls echoing with only their footsteps and the phantom sob of someone who lost their fight with isolation long ago. At the centre of the fortress, the Forgotten One stands, their form shrouded in darkness, powerful and foreboding. Elara is bound in chains of shadow, her face pale but her eyes filled with determination as she continues to sing out the hymns of forgiveness, mercy and joy.

The forgotten One, Grehy watches them like a cat, ‘You have come this far, but you shall not take her from me. This realm is mine, and here, you shall disappear like the rest of them. Soon this girls sobs of sorrow will live forever in this plane. A reminder of those who stood against me and eventually lost.’

The final battle begins as the party confronts the Forgotten One, rushing forward as she goads them and flaunts her prisoner, Elara, before them. The minor-deities power is beyond formidable, and they uses the demi-plane to their advantage, creating illusions and manipulating the environment to isolate and rip at their defences. However Elara aids where she can with songs that bolster their resolve and the Red Lord tries to subdue the forgotten One with his physical strength as he grappled, threw and battered them into submission.

The battle is fierce and disorienting, with the Forgotten One using every trick at their disposal to isolate and defeat the party. There attacks are swift and relentless, designed to break their spirits. The party fights back with determination, their resolve strengthened by the presence of the Red Lord and their desire to save Elara.

Finally the party strike a powerful blow against the Forgotten one where the chains that restrained Elara shatter freeing the cleric. By placing a red candle at the knees of the deity the cleric and Red Lord lock away her power and send her into a suspended state for as long as the candle burns. It is not a permanent cage but the Red Lord forbids the destruction of Grehy, one who he wishes to save and redeem one day.

‘We have done it. The Forgotten One is a threat no more, and Elara is safe. But we must leave this place before it collapses completely. Quickly, follow me.’ The Red Lord states as he guides them back the way they came, through the lonely citadel and back to the gate that still glows with warmth.

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