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Corrupted Geass

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Now the title probably gives away what this weeks twist really is about but the concept of a corrupted geass, or a influenced spell is nothing new. But this week those who are benefiting from the corrupted geass are not the cause of the corruption.

So let’s grab a coffee, take a deep breath and stroll into tonight’s adventure!

Corrupted Geass

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As the final test closed with a triumphant chorus the Voiron’s chosen score sealed their position in first place. The Party had been surrounded by more than one mishap where the team directly competing against them had their chances ripped away from them until it was just Voiron’s warriors and the party that was chosen by the Ember games themselves.

But as they watched the magic symbols converge on the wall opposite where the nobles sat and above the entrance to the Ember Vault something was odd. The final two scores that were being tallied showed that Voiron’s Chosen was in first place with a near perfect score of fifty six out of sixty. They were just mere moments from being declared winners of the games. But the respectable score for the visiting adventure party started to change.

Slowly as if in time of the beating of soaring dragon the numbers trickled upwards. Fourty, fourty one, fourty two and so the numbers continued. It paused as it caused the party to be equal to the Voiron’s champions before it continued changed to a glaring sixty. A perfect score. The arena was quiet for a moment as everyone took a collective breath before the leader board changed revealing that the Ember Games Chosen had indeed won, chosen by the Geass itself to enter the vault.

The fury, joy and confusion exploded all at once as the upset caused bags of gold to now be changing hands in ways that were not expected. Nobles erupted with fury as their chances were dashed and a call to overrule the geass was put forth. However, the geass moved onwards with its agenda and three burning diamonds appeared as motes of energy above the heads of each of the party members.

A magically enhanced voice boomed outwards as the speaker called order. “The Geass has appeared to overturn the rules and decide on its own. While we try and understand what has happened here we know what now must be done. Each dawn a mote of Ember will disappear from the heads of the Ember Games Chosen and upon the third mote disappearing it will seal the vault once more. However, Voiron’s Chosen were winning before the geass took matters into its own hands, figuratively speaking.” he paused.

“The council over these games has declared that both the Voirons Chosen and the Ember Games Chosen will enter and that both groups will be given a chance to fulfil their own and their lords, or mysterious benefactors, wishes. We wish our Anointed the very best in the dark of the Ember Vault and while we unpick the mess that the Geass has created this time we will trust in the process and make do with the best we have.”

Thanks for joining me for a short one tonight for another addition to this weeks adventure. Don’t forget that we still have some more nights remaining for this weeks adventure. So don’t forget to come back each day this week and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Nobles Anointed

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Those who are considered the Nobles Anointed are all chosen to enter the vault in all ways other than the Geass formalising the decision. The strongest, most ruthless and savage warriors of the noble houses are gifted with magical trinkets, better equipment and sometimes even more favourable odds at completing the tests in the rounds. These Nobles Anointed are nearly all but assured to win the Ember Vault Games, emphasis on nearly…

So let’s sit down, check your pockets and watch out for trickery and foul play as we move through tonight’s adventure!

Nobles Anointed

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Voiron’s Chosen – Created in Nightcafe.

Voiron watched as his chosen stood at the beginning of the first trial and marvelled at what his house had produced this year. Declared the Nobles Anointed already their victory was nearly all but decided and even the surprise nominations of a group from outside the nobles house had not shaken the belief that House Voiron would succeed.

As Voiron’s chosen began the trial, taking down illusionary targets within the confines of the arena, the crowd was silent in awe at the ruthless efficiency in which these warriors took down their quarry. That was until a rogue bolt from a crossbow found flesh instead of illusion.

One of the other noble houses warriors lay motionless as his life blood seeped from the wound in his chest. As the nobles murmured the warriors from the house of Voiron stood obediently. It wasn’t uncommon that a contestant or two would lose their life in these games but the question was yet to be answered. How did the warrior make its way onto the field and what was he doing there when he knew that the games were in place.

As the warriors had followed the rules of the test and Lord Plero’s man was found at fault, which ultimately cost him his life, the warriors from the house Voiron were awarded their points by the Arena’s geass and were released from the field.

Lord Plero – Created in Nightcafe.

Lord Plero watched as his most skilled archer’s body was taken from the field and bristled when the surprise contestants were called to take the test. This group was the direct competitor with his warriors and despite his loss he was confident that his warriors would still come through. That was until the surprise arrivals scored a near-perfect score, better than the Nobles Anointed from Voiron’s house.

Plero watched as his warriors scored well, but nothing like they would have if they had a full force on the field and if their archer hadn’t found himself dead. Plero watched as the scores were tallied and noticed that the new comers had somehow managed to find themselves in second place.

Other nobles were muttering nearby and as Plero’s own team dropped in ranking the whispers of foul play reached his ear. Plero stood and with deliberate steps sought out the game organisers – those who had best knowledge of how the Geass worked and what could have caused this.

Thanks for joining me tonight for another glimpse at how this adventure is shaping up. As usual each day this week we will be expanding this adventure so don’t forget to come back daily to stay up to date and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Dark Ember Arena

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This week the Dark Ember Arena is kicking off at our tabletop where the party are thrown into the ring with the favourites of the cities noble houses to win the honour of near certain death in the Ember Vault. The catch, they don’t know who nominated them and if they succeed it is said that they will have what ever they wish for.

So let’s grab a coffee, assess the competition and dash into tonight’s adventure!

The Dark Ember trials have been the only way for adventurers and aspiring heroes to be chosen to enter the Ember Vault. It is rumoured that those who are worthy are selected to enter the caverns beneath the City of Mylos known as the Ember Vault and there at the end of the dark caverns waits a being that will grant any wish that the requestor, if worthy, has.

However, not just anyone can enter into these games and often the lords of Mylos will hand select people from their own houses to take part in the games as a way of ensuring that the ambitions of the houses are put forth as wishes of the potential victor. But not all houses play fair and the party are thrown into the mix by the way of an unknown sponsor whose ambitions and desires bode poorly for Mylos.

Dark Ember Arena

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Dark Ember Arena – created in Nightcafe.

Their sound of their names being called forth still rang as a shock to the party as they stood in the seats that they had won in a game of chance earlier that day. The Ember Vault games was the talk of the town and this years nominees were rumoured to be the best yet. The Dark Ember Arena hosted the games and the party had wanted to see the famed warriors, mages and clerics that Mylos boasted since arriving in the city.

But as a quiet rumbled across the audience and the speaker called out their names again it became clear that by some twist of fate, or supremely dumb luck, they found themselves as one of the nominated parties who were to take place in the games.

As they moved forward the crowd parted for them and the whispering began. It was not often, it was in fact rare that a party that wasn’t affiliated with one of the great houses of Mylos was nominated to take place in the games to be chosen to enter the Ember Vault. It was less common that the sponsor was unnamed but sealed by none other than the mad-king, someone who had not had a coherent thought in decades.

As the party stood before the announcer, a short man, he examined them before conferring with one of his peers. “It seems it has happened again. Chosen by the Ember Games to compete at the Dark Ember Arena for the sake of themselves, not a lord.” he spoke out loud.

“The rules are simple for those of you who are not familiar with the games,” he said looking at the party,” Three tests will take place over several rounds. Each round the competitors will score points based on their strength, wits or skill. A maximum of twenty points will be awarded per test and the group that has the most points, that is who is closest to sixty, will be anointed the Ember Champions by the geass over the arena who decides merit and awards points. The group that is anointed will be allowed into the labyrinth below.” he said before clearing his throat.

“When there is no clear winner the geass will take over and its decision is final.”

Thanks for joining me tonight for something that was meant to be inspired by the image and a gathering of experts, the subject of my work this week, but it tends to feel more aligned to the recent Olympics. A coincidence I assure you! Regardless don’t forget to come back daily as we continue to expand this adventure and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Thren Den

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Tonight’s I get back to what I love to create, atmospheric natural scenes and the Thren den in Sarkret forest brings me all those fuzzy warm feelings… Despite it being a nightmare hole of death and fungi-creatures.

So let’s sit back, grab a coffee (not a mushroom one though…) and roll through tonight’s map!

Thren Den

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Sarkret Forest – Thren Den – Created in Inkarnate

The clearing where the Thren live has knee high grass that grows darker and more compact than grass found elsewhere. A thick canopy of giant trees means that only a few shafts of light pierce down to the forest floor and this is where the Thren plan, and other medicinal plants thrive on the biological scraps of the Threns food. Skeletons can be found throughout the clearing but many are burried under the thick grass.

Trees can be found everywhere around the clearing and make for perfect blockers of line of sight for anything wanted to find the Thren Den. Or those who want to stay out of sight of what lies within.

Seven texture layers created the forest floor ranging from dirt to stone, three types of grass textures and even a smidge of water to add contrast to the ground itself. There are three types of trees in the clearing and a plant that has a heart shaped leaf which can be seen growing in the pillars of light. The forest floor filter was applied over the top to darken it, but no all of it to give a depth to the visual appeal and my go-to breaker of zones was used, the craggy hills which provides the evidence for a recession into the Thren den itself.

Thanks for joining me tonight while I got back to what I enjoy the most in map making. Don’t forget to come back the last few days of the week to keep on top of what’s happening here and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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The Thren Plant

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Now this weeks twist is a bit different and it involves the discovery of the Thren Plant, well more accurately it discovered them entering its forest. The Thren plant is a shape changer, a symbiotic relationship between fungi and plant that was given life by the fey. It lures clueless prey to its grove where it kills them with ruthless determination before their corpse acts like a host for its spores and more Thren are born. But, let’s not get ahead our ourselves just yet…

So let’s grab a coffee, take a deep breath and stroll into tonight’s adventure!

The Thren Plant

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Thren Revealed – Created in Nightcafe.

“It’s not much further. You will see the Thren soon.” the elf called Thren; a namesake of the plant she had explained when asked, called back. The party had been walking for the better part of a day and into dusk and they were searching for a place to set up camp. Thren often disappeared nearly into thin air before appearing again to guide them deeper into the woods.

The party had once or twice marvelled at how stealthily she moved, leaving not a single trace of her passing, taking nothing and weaving through the woods like they were an extension of her being. She had led them to water, fruits and berries and even stopped them from encountering a pack of monsters from selecting the party as the target of their hunt.

But as the sun set Thren had looked for a small clearing and with the parties help had selected space for them to set up camps. She shied away from the flame as the fire was lit and instead chose to climb into the branches of a tall nearby tree. “There are many things that stalk the woods at night and the smell of food, the light of the fire and the heat from it will attract things that you wish you hadn’t. Do as you wish but I want to see the Thren in the morning.” she had called down as she unslung her bow and her form all but disappeared into the trees.

She was right of course, the night was filled with creatures appearing at the edge of the firelight, a few arrows darting from a nearby tree saw the creatures fleeing into the night, limping, crawling of stampeding away. Dawn saw that where ever blood was spilt from these brief encounters small sprouts of plants were pushing through the dirt. “The forest feeds on itself, the balance is maintained and we can continue on in peace” Thren would comment when ever another sprout was found.

The parties supplies had also suffered and so they relied on Threns’ knowledge of the forest and its paths to find food that morning, but it was a limited affair of bitter berries that left their tongue numb and small seeds that did nothing to sustain those with larger appetites.

After a few hours Thren gestured forwards, “The Thren are through there, in the grove amongst the dark trees. I will be there shortly but there is something I must prepare for.” she announced as she took out a small blade and knelt nearby. As the party entered the edges of the grove the few shafts of direct sunlight revealed a low grassy clearing with several large plants near by. A heart-shaped leaf stood out near the light shaft which matched the description Tyreal provided them.

As they moved towards the leaf something bright white caught the suns beam next to the leaf. A human skull. Looking around the clearing several more bleached white skeletons were scattered amongst the grass and near each of them another tall plant grew near by. Looking back towards Tyren the elf was gone but it wasn’t long until an arrow was fired at the adventurers. A figure stepped out of the woods, Tyrens form was now made from bark, moss and vines and her skin had a mushroom-like texture.

“The Thren need to feed and need a place for their spores to burrow into. You will feed the Thren for weeks and we are tired of waiting.” she said as several more figures lurched into the clearing.

Thanks for joining me tonight for another addition to this weeks adventure. Don’t forget that we still have some nights remaining for this one. So don’t forget to come back each day this week and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Herbalist and the Hunter

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As for NPCs this week is all about the Herbalist and the Hunter. We have already met our Herbalist, Tyreal but tonight we meet the Hunter, someone who is deeper in the woods than they have reason to be and perhaps, its for a good reason.

So let’s sit down, string our bows and lets travel deeper into the forest!

Herbalist and the Hunter

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Tyreal Paleleaf – Created in Nightcafe.

As the party left the Alchemists shop Tyreal continued to give them a wish list of a dozen or so other ingredients. “If you see the Lilly-heart plant a dozen or so leaves should do it. You should find plenty as there are are no elves that would dare to go that deep into woods these days!” he calls as the party walk out, for their own safety.

As they walk through the desolate streets they find their way to the north gate where the path splits to curve to the west to continue onto the next city along. However the road that they need to go travels further north into the Sarkred forest. The path gets rougher as they travel and the trees begin to grow older, more twisted and gnarled and darker. Several creatures that they would not normally expect to see become a commonplace as they travel deeper into the woods.

However the signs of civilisation all but disappear as the road ceases and only a path, ancient and worn remains. The rough ground and stone looks like it could have been sung out of the earth before being twisted and reclaimed by the ancient trees and their massive roots that breached the surface. The curious sound of a whistling bird, reached their ears as the travelled along the path and following the sound they were greeted by something out of place.

Thren – Created in Nightcafe.

A woman knelt as she dug in the soil a dozen or so feet from the road. Her hair was wild and she had a strong but crudely made bow and quiver of arrows on her back. As the party watched her she turned her head to reveal she was an elf, more wild than the ones they had met in Wellspring. “Well I wasn’t expecting to have an audience. I assume you don’t wish me harm or you would have done so already like the others have in the past.” she called as she slowly turned revealing her dirt covered tunic and hands.

“If you haven’t come hunting for the woods for me then I suspect you are here to hunt something else. The animals in these woods are protected, sacred to my kind so I would suggest that you refrain from defiling the balance of nature if you wish to leave the woods in one piece.” she warned. After a brief discussion she seemed to understand what they were after, but her response was cold and abrupt.

“You wont find the Thren plant without help. It hides from those who seek it and only those who know where to find it will realise what it is. Something that I admire of these woods is the resilience of all its living things.” she smiled. “My name is Thren, and much like what you seek I am normally quite elusive. I can take you to where the plants grow if you promise to leave after you find them and do not upset the balance of these woods. Everything is carefully measured and checked, the plants, creatures and elements all working to protect the woods.”

After receiving their agreement she dusted her hands off on her tunic and walked away from the path. “you won’t find the Thren at the end of a path, you find it by looking where no one will find it.” she called back as she unslung her bow from her back as she silently moved deeper into the forest. It was a matter of moments before the party lost sight of the elf and only when she called out to them did they realise where she was.

A busy night, a large part of the adventure discovered and a path to the Thren revealed. I will continue to broaden this adventure progressively each day this week. So don’t forget to come back daily to stay up to date and lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Sarkret Forest

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The Sarkret Forest is home to the elves of Wellspring who have lived in harmony with the plants and creatures of the woods. But the forest is ancient and the deeper you go the further from civilisation and the watchful guarding gaze of the shepherds of the forest.

So let’s grab a coffee, pull on our hiking boots and let’s stroll into tonight’s adventure!

When a disease starts to spread through the small city of Wellspring the party are tasked with the impossible task. Replenish the alchemical supplies that the herbalist needs to create a cure for the Elves of Wellspring. The catch, the master herbalist is afflicted by the disease and the apprentice thinks that they know what the missing ingredient is. What is clear is that it lies in the deeper, older parts of the forest and that it will be a dangerous trek to reach the plant that is required for the cure.

But the apprentice does not have the full information as part of pages that contained the cure was missing. A warning of the dangers of the cure, was missing and only half the story was told, a sketch of a plant and indications that the root was the key to the cure.

Sarkret Forest

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Sarkret Forest – created in Nightcafe.

The party walked through the beautiful elven streets of Wellspring city and marvelled at the architecture. They had heard that the cities herbalist was the best in the land for days in any direction and that they would have the supplies that would be needed on their next quest. However despite the marvellous the city looked the party still could not believe this was the city that they had heard of.

In all the tales they had been told artist, musicians, mages and street performers would demonstrate the skills that they had spent centuries mastering on the streets. Roaming merchants would sell you food and drink, jewels and gems, swords and bows. But as they walked down the street towards where they were told they could find the herbalists shop they found the streets devoid of life. The elves that did move about the street seemed fearful of the party and avoided them, some crossing the street to be away from them as they hurried along.

‘Moonbow Herbalist & Alchemical supplies’, the sign said it all as they approached a two story elegant building. A dozen herbs that were known as alchemical reagents grew from the very walls of the building and jumbled messily along the ground. As the entered the building a single silver bell chimed and within moments a young elf came running to the front of the shop. He had a messy apron on, carried a small clay jar and a pestle as if he had been caught mid brew.

“Welcome to Moonbow Herbalist and Alchemical Supplies. My name is Tyreal, How may I be of assistance?” the young elf said nervously as he juggled the three things between his two hands. Upon hearing the request he looked pained. “I wish I could help, I truly do but the head alchemist is not in at the moment and I frankly don’t have the skill to help you with that. I am also quite shocked that you would come to Wellspring at this time with the plague and all.” he said looking concerned at the party.

“Are you seeking the cure? I am trying to create one now but my masters recipe book, uh, got damaged somehow. I think I am missing an ingredient for it. If only Mistress Moonbow was conscious enough to tell me what was on the missing page. I believe what I need is called Thren Root, I have a picture of what it looks like and know where it grows but I cant leave the shop to get it. Say, would you be able to help me out? You don’t appear to be afflicted with the sickness and are able to leave the village freely. If you can return with two root bulbs from the Thren plant I know the king and queen will reward you handsomely.” Tyreal smiled with more than just a glint of hope in his eyes

A rather straight forward one tonight. A retrieval type adventure where we need to find and return with the missing ingredient to the cure. But things are never as easy as they sound and just like other adventures of mine there will be twists and turns that we need to watch out for. So don’t forget to come back daily as we expand this adventure and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

City Slum Park

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Tonight’s a bit of an experimentation night where I had a look at crafting a city slump park using the watercolour assets from Inkarnate this week. Although not necessarily the place for combat this week it could be depending on where the party move to.

So without waiting any longer let’s sit back, grab a coffee and roll into tonight’s map!

City Slum Park

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City Slum Park – Created in Inkarnate

The few houses that are present are falling apart and not looked after. Holes in the roof provide access to the interior and many people live in the cavities between roof and ceiling. These also provide great places to plan ambushes and to lay a trap for people. There are a few tents in the small ‘park’ where people have set up a small community of homeless near a small animal pen. A pile of wood, likely from houses, fuels a camp fire that burns defiantly against the dingy backdrop.

A few layers here blended together create the muddy-grass of the park. Layering the tree art assets creates the feel of a taller tree than the others whilst not overtaking the field. The watercolours instead of more distinct art assets add a softness and more whimsical nature to the battlefield which surprised me in how much I liked it. Many of the assets blend well with the texture brushes and overall my time using the watercolour map was rewarding and I will experiment with my other normal preferred battlemaps to see how they look in watercolour.

Thanks for joining me tonight while I experimented with watercolour assets in Inkarnate. Don’t forget to come back the last few days of the week to keep on top of what’s happening here and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Stained Cup

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There are few magical items that are as sought after in criminal organisations as the Stained Cup. This artefact is fiendishly good at bringing about the goals of would be crime-bosses and lords of the underground movements within cities. Able to bend the will of any who take a sip after the owner of the goblet this quickly can create an army of willing martyrs or thugs to do ones bidding. So it’s easy to see who so many people are after it this week.

So let’s grab a coffee, just not from this cup though, and roll into tonight’s adventure!

The Stained Cup

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The Stained Cup – Created in Nightcafe.

As Alistare got back to the barracks he unstrapped the pauldrons that they wore when on patrol and went to the mess hall. Passing one of the cells he could see one of the officers asking some questions of an elf that had been caught last night trying to sneak into the barracks, likely also after the Stained Cup, he thought to himself as he went to go grab a drink and some food.

The hall was nearly empty apart from some of the members of his patrol as they ate and spoked in hushed tones. There had a been a series of attempted break-ins and robberies as word got out that they had taken custody of the Stained Cup. Alistare had been informed by the high cleric of Tyr that the artefact was magical in nature and that they would be sending over member of their order to collect it to be destroyed, if possible, or stored away where it wont see the light of day again.

Frankly Alistare could not wait until it was taken and buried somewhere deep. From what he had heard it had the power to enslave an entire city to be under the control over its owner. He shuddered at the thought of one of the crime bosses in the city, these Kings and Queens of the slums, who would have the power, influence and man-power to overthrow the nobility.

“Alistare, there you are,” a voice said from his left. Turning he was greeted by the bright eyes of Sylvana, one of the other captains. “The church sent over their priest and they picked up the package that you had organised.” she smiled as she sat next to him and clanked his cup against hers.

Alistare sighed with relief. “Praise Tyr. It’s been nothing but trouble since it got here. Glad to see the last of it.” he raised his cup and finished it off. After the news that his little problem was gone he could relax a bit more. After he was done he went to the front of the guard barracks where he saw the high cleric standing there with one of his clergy.

“Welcome Brother Pyrius. I bet you are pleased to have the package in your custody.” Alistare asked smiling.

“I will be Captain. Myself and Brother Mikale are here to retrieve it…” Pyrius replied with a smile.

“Retrieve it. I was told it was picked up this morning.” Alistare replied, his brain whirring. As he watched the face of the priest his heart dropped into his stomach. “If you did not recover it earlier today then.. who did…” he asked more to himself as he watched the high cleric quickly converse with the other member of his order before they both left in haste. It looked like Alistare had some questions to ask and a cup to find.

Thanks for joining me tonight for another addition to this weeks adventure. Don’t forget that we still have some nights remaining for this weeks adventure. So don’t forget to come back each day this week and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Guardian and Guttersnipe

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This week we have a trinket that the party need to get for their old colleague, Mims, and the guardian and guttersnipe standing in their way. One will prevent the party from getting the item because it is wrong to do so and the other wants to prevent the party because they want to be the one that acquires the item.

So let’s sit down, grab a coffee and roll into tonight’s adventure!

Guardian and Guttersnipe

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Alistare Guzo – Created in Nightcafe.

Alistare strode through the streets and nodded politely at those he passed. He had worked his way up the guards from being a merchants boy and had made a reputation for himself as being a hard worker who looked out for the people as well as the crown. He waved off a lady as she offered him a loaf of bread and smiled politely as he refused the offering. It wasn’t that he considered it a bribery or that he wasn’t hungry it was that he wanted to earn his way in life and receiving something for free normally meant someone went without.

As he turned down the final street he caught sight of his fellow guards of the quarter on their own patrol. Meeting up with them he caught the end of the last of the conversation. “So I caught him red handed, this mud covered urchin trying to slip past me into the locked room. You’ve never seen someone squeal as loudly a this lad when he realised he was sprung. Of course he had an excuse but he opened up once we fed him. Poor bastards are starved when they join the crews in the city.” the guardsman, Harlo, smiled as Alistare appeared.

“Alistare, captain, I was just telling the lads that we had someone try and break into the storage room. Slip in when we were moving some more seized goods in. You’ll never guess what he was after though.” Harlo began.

“The Stained cup.” Alistare finished for him.

“Yeah. You sure you don’t have magic in your blood boss?” Harlo smiled and the other guard chuckled in response as they moved through the streets towards the barracks.

“Very sure. I just came from the Pale Rose Inn where I heard that there was a new group in town who may be trying to make a move on it. You’d best believe that the original owner won’t be too pleased if its taken before she can get it back.” Alistare replied.

Peter Horngrave – Created in Nightcafe.

Peter wasn’t one for honest means of work and this one was about as dishonourable as they come. As the guards moved on talking about the news they had received he stumbled upright and in a half-performance-half-real stumble he drunkenly moved down the road so he could overheard the last part of the news the guards were bringing him.

He had been employed to get to The Stained Cup for his boss before anyone else and had foolishly agreed to do it. But the urchins he had persuaded to get it for him had failed and through threats of bribery they had sewn misinformation about who he was working for. So he had to get the item himself before the owner, that blasted merchant who owed a great deal of money to the wrong people and now a new group. He signed as he leaned against a wall, half-pretending reeling from a hangover as he overheard the last bits of the guards before they would become aware of him trailing them.

“… So we’re going to move the item.” was all he managed to glean as they were talking softly and they turned down the final street towards the barracks. “So they are moving it eh?” he asked himself as he leant upwards reaching for his water skin. “I guess that gives me what I need…”

Thanks for visiting tonight to meet Alistare and Peter, our Guardian and Guttersnipe for this weeks adventure. Don’t forget that we will be expanding this adventure daily as we continue towards the weekend. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe