Brazen Wolfe Tabletop

Return of the Red Lord

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The party step through the gateway that shimmered like daylight and ended up landing on the solid ground on the other side of the portal. The ground was still cold and hard but as the pikes and spears that were pointing towards them dropped to the ground a grand cheer broke out. ‘The adventurers have done it! The return of the Red Lord has come true!’ shouts one man as he runs off calling at the top of his voice to any and all who would hear.

Having successfully defeated the Forgotten One for now the inner gates of Felmore open wide as the party approaches, the city alive with joyous celebration. The streets are lined with cheering townsfolk, their faces bright with thanks and admiration. Ribbons and flowers are thrown at the party as they pass but not in malice but in joyous praise. The air is filled with the sound of music and laughter with the Red Lords songs of praise and mercy being sung both sober and even louder drunkenly. The Red Lord walks beside the party beaming at the change the city has had after defeating Grehy. It was without a doubt that his presence as a beacon of hope and renewal was celebrated most loudly but the party and Elara were praised almost as highly.

As the party makes their way through the jubilant crowd, they can feel the weight of their journey lift from their shoulders as they catch the eyes of several of the Sages Council, those who had agreed to condemn them at Brother Colins request no doubt. The people of Felmore reach out to touch the parties clothing and hands, offering their heartfelt thanks and small tokens of gratitude in the form of sweet biscuits and small carvings. The Red Lord’s radiant smile reflects the joy and relief of the people he has sworn to protect but a lot of it radiates down to the party who bask in its warmth.

‘Brave heroes, today we celebrate not only our victory but the resilience and unity of our people. Your courage and determination have restored hope to our land, and for that, we are forever grateful.” the Red Lord says loudly as they stopped walking before his temple. A loud cheer follows and they are hurried towards large square nearby where they had planned the defence of Felmore just recently. The tables they had planned on stood slowly being covered in food and mugs of ale, the feast of Red Lords day was well under way, if but a few days early, and the party were ushered to a few seats at the head of the table next to where a seat was reserved for the Red Lord himself.

The Red lord went to take a seat but as he sat down the chair exploded into splinters, laughing merrily on his rear he lifted himself up and reduced his size back to a normal humans. A new chair was fetched and he sat down, requesting one more seat for Elara to sit by his side.

The scent of roasted meats, fresh bread, and sweet pastries fills the air. The sounds of laughter and music create a festive atmosphere that is almost as intoxicating as the tankards of strong meads and beers there were being drained nearly as quickly as they arrived. The party found themselves always talking to someone despite being sat near the head table, surrounded by friends and allies. The Red Lord stands from his chair slowly, raising a goblet in a toast.

‘To the heroes of Felmore, whose bravery and sacrifice have brought us to this day. Let us honour them and celebrate the light they have restored to our world. To their health and to the future!’ he calls out as he gestures to two men who hurry off. A few moments later they return ‘Brave heroes. Today is not just a day of celebration of your deeds which have not gone unnoticed but of the deeds of those who stood by your side against despair and isolation. As a token of my gratitude and a symbol of our bond, I bestow upon you a gift, one that shall serve you in the trials to come. May you rise to defend the innocent, even those who aught seek your forgiveness, time and time again.’ he offers

The chest is opened, revealing its contents. Items of great power and significance lay within its gilded frame. The chest contains magical artifacts, each imbued with a small essence of the Red Lord’s power. These items are designed to aid the party in their future quests, enhancing their abilities and providing protection against the forces of evil.

After the gifts are chosen by the party the Red lord nods and his two assistants carry the chest away from the table. He looks sullenly around those who are seated and standing. ‘The time has come for me to return to my duties to continue the work of protecting our world and ensuring that the light of hope never dims. But know this. I am with you always, in spirit and in heart. The bond we share is unbreakable, and together, we shall face whatever challenges lie ahead.’

With that final, heartfelt farewell, the Red Lord departs, his presence lingering in the hearts and minds of all who have gathered. The party is left with a sense of accomplishment and a renewed determination to continue their journey to go along side their full stomachs.

The city of Felmore is forever changed by the events that have transpired. The light of hope shines brightly, and the people look to the future with optimism and resolve to do their lords work, to show mercy and kindess to any and all. The party, now honoured heroes, prepare to embark on the next chapter of their adventure, knowing that they carry the Red Lord’s blessing and the gratitude of a grateful city.

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