Brazen Wolfe Tabletop

Invasion force

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The sounds of bells came just moments before the sounds of screaming, shouting and explosions.

The city of Felkirt had been the party’s place to sit and rest while they were waiting for the right job to come onto their radar. Like many other adventurers Felkirk the city brought together people from all walks of life and experience, which made it perfect for adventurers to come and look for work.

But the sounds of boots rushing along alleyways, the sound of bells tolling from the docks told the adventurers in the Lost Anchor Inn what they needed to know. There was something happening in the city this night. The streets were filled with shouting as guards clashed with masked men and women who attacked savagely and quickly and left the same way they fought, disappearing into the dimly lit streets.

The docks was where the biggest battle had occurred with several navy boats sunk and a large galley sitting out in the middle of the bay as row boats ferried boatloads of people to the shore. The docks were normally covered in water and mud but tonight the sticky metallic smell of blood even overrode the stench of day old fish. Mercenaries, Guards, and even private troops of the wealth merchants lay dead or dying across the piers and along the steps leading down to where their boats and warehouses normally lay. Armed men and women patrolled the docks and looted what they could find easily.

But further into the city the bells tolled the loudest. A path of destruction had been carved through the street with magic burns marking the cobblestone streets, destroying carts and making doors irrelevant for keeping the hoard at bay. At the head of the pack a group of elite warriors, marksmen and scouts that took pleasure in creating the resource that their leader needed for the final push. Bodies. A necromancer raised the dead of those that his men killed and sent their shambling, still warm corpses towards the wall of the castle – not needing more than a simple order to create the distraction and chaos that he was after.

And the Lost Anchor Inn? Right in the middle of it all. Sat a few streets away from the devastation of the dark mage, a few streets from the docks and with the masked strangers attacking those who sought to mount a defence right on their doorstep. This was likely the biggest job of the year for the party, but were they well equipped enough?

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