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The Dragon Parade

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The City of Yole is a hot-pot of cultures, races and troubles but there is a single event that brings everyone together – the Dragon Parade. However the star of the show, an adult Bronze dragon is surprisingly missing from the parade. But more will be revealed a the week continues!

So grab a hat, find a seat and let’s stroll into tonight’s adventure!

The high defender of Yole is a metallic dragon known as Boraleius, an adult bronze dragon who has a soft spot for the city of Yole due to the vibrancy of life, the colours of its people and the wealth that it brings. However not all see eye to eye with those who express their gratitude to the dragons protection and over the last year a rise in public discourse has been noted.

But this time the yearly parade where Boraleius leads the parade through the streets is devoid of one bronze dragon. People begin to be worried and when an attack is made against those in the parade the concern turns to fear. Has their dragon protector left them? Will the city be safe for its visitors? Will the parade continue?

The Dragon Parade

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Dragon Parade in Yole – Created in Nightcafe.

The sound of the drums could be heard from streets away as the parade stormed down the main street in Yole. The Dragon parade was a way that the people of Yole celebrated their connection to the dragons as well as the diversity in their city. Much like the dragon race the city was made up of different races, different colours and different cultural backgrounds but this tapestry of life is what made Yole what it was.

As the party watched the parade, hoping to get a glimpse of the cities very own bronze dragon they were met with a disappointed hush as the start of the parade moved into view. “Where is Boraleius?” a copper scaled dragonborn asked from nearby, concern thickening her accent. The other dragonborn who were standing with her expressed similar concerns and soon the concern spread like a fire.

The parade moved on, representatives of all races walked lifting effigies of the different coloured dragons and dragonborn as they marched down the street. Soon the crowd recovered from their concern, mostly, and began cheering the parade onwards. The different actors, street performers and even the city guard who walked down the road all drew the attention of the crowd, so nearly no one other than the party noticed the group on top of the building until vials of alchemist fire rained down on the parade.

Several people started screaming instantly as the fire burnt through their clothing or oozed through the cracks in the armour of the guards. However several the Dragonborn walked through the fire, a testament to their heritage, and shot down several of the attackers with pin-point dragon breath or shots from crossbows.

As the panic in the crowd escalated a commanding voice boomed from the head of the guard, demanding calm. The crowd, largely, obeyed and soon the bodies of the attackers were lined up and the parade was quickly ushered through the street with the wounded taken to be healed.

“Did anyone see what happened? Please come and see me” the guard captain called out at those who still stood back as he began to investigate the bodies of the attackers. “Captain! We have one of them alive over here.” called one of the guards before several armoured figures walked towards the squirming prisoner.

Another week and another adventure. With a parade this weekend in my own home town I felt inspired to look at something that could go wrong and to see how I could turn it into an adventure. So don’t forget to come back each day this week as we expand further on this adventure. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Ironwood Assassins

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The Ironwood is a place that is filled with life, both flora and fauna but none are more deadly than the Ironwood Assassins. These plants inhabit much of the forest but due to the amount of food amongst the trees and bushes they don’t eat so often. Unlucky for the party and their new companions as its feeding time!

So let’s keep our ears and eyes out for these assassins. Start off by grabbing a coffee, sit down and let’s roll into tonight’s adventure!

Ironwood Assassins

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Irowood Vine – Created in Tetra-cube

The ironwood vine is a stealthy opponent. When it’s not rushing its tentacles forward to strangle its prey it looks like any other vine or bush in the forest. It can go months without eating, depending on its last meal of course, but as soon as it realises it needs food it is a voracious and non-fussy predator.

The sound of rushing, slithering vines is the first thing that its prey hears before vines constrict them, strangling and slowly digesting them with fluids that aid in digestion. But they are just a plant after all. By pulling its plant base and step forward it can move slowly but always towards where its starting to digest its prey. It doesn’t move as long as there is life in the creature it has entangled and for this reason its difficult to pinpoint.

Awakened Tree – Created in Tetra-cube.

The larger assassin of the forest is a sentinel from the druids. The awakened tree protects the forest based on its creators wishes and its able to understand language but it will rarely be convinced or swayed from its duty. Otherwise indistinguishable from other trees nearby it smashes down upon its prey when they are within range of its branches. Strong and resilient bark resists arrows and clubs but, like most plants, fire will make short work of it.

Now that’s all we have for tonight’s update on the Ironwood assassins, for now. So don’t forget to join me the next few nights as we wrap up this week, and catch up on a week in the past. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Ironwood Forest Path

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A nice easy map tonight with the Ironwood Forest Path which is where the main, potentially, encounter will be for this week. Not wanting to spend hours on a map I decided that a simple, small encounter map would be good enough for tonight. And, also good enough to suit the purposes of meeting Kevin Bruce this week.

So let’s grab a coffee, sit back and roll into tonight’s adventure.

Ironwood Forest Path

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Ironwood Forest Path – Created in Inkarnate.

The canopy and clouds above gave the ground a patchy and mottled appearance. The dense bushes were smattered with flowering plants, occasional berries but also a richer, deeper and greener grass. It was evident that there were a few paths that moved through the forest in different directions. However, there was a heavy oppressive feeling in the air which made travelling through the Ironwood forest tense to say the least.

About five overlapping painted textures form the basis of tonight’s map with layered plants overhead. This gives the forest a busy vibe while still having space for the clearing in the middle of the map. the other thing with this map is its scaled for 8″ by 11″ which is, the size of an A4 sheet of paper. This will enable me to print this off and have it, and other such maps, on the tabletop if printed with a decent printer. This is a cheap and effective way to get a battle map on the table for your gaming group.

Thanks for joining me tonight for another map night. A simple one that will have many re-uses over the next few years. But this isn’t the final piece of the puzzle and there is still another night, or two, to come so don’t forget to come back and as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Ironwood Forest

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Now not all adventures start in a tavern, regardless of how good a name of the Lonely goat may be sometimes the adventure kicks off somewhere down the road – such as in the Ironwood Forest. Tonight we get a glimpse of the events immediately occurring as the party encounter poor Kevin and his Carting Crew.

Let’s not keep a good man waiting, so grab a coffee sit down and let’s roll into tonight’s adventure.

The Ironwood Forest

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Sweat beaded down Kevin’s nose as he paused amongst the trees waiting for something to lunge outwards. They had been travelling towards the druids grove, at the centre of the Ironwood forest when they had found something. Drag marks in the earth, fresh ones, that looked like someone was pulled into the bushes ahead and with Kevin and his Carters he didn’t want to be next.

As they stopped and waited the feeling of being watched to pass it only increased and the forest became full of noise. Movement in the bushes, a shriek or call in the distance in one direction then a heavy thud in the soil elsewhere. Soon the resilience of the Carters was wavering and it was not long until one panicked and ran forward out from their cover and into the clearing in front of them. Immediately one of the Carters fell over and was dragged backwards into the brush as tentacle like vines thrashed at them trying to get purchase on their limbs.

As they rushed forwards they were just in time to witness vines launch downwards towards the man who moved first to constrict and haul him upwards into the branches ahead. Slashing and sawing at vines and branches they tried to free their friends, briefly, before having to change the heroic rescue into an effort of self preservation. The vines lashed out, twisted and wrapped as branches slammed into the bruising carters.

Though the men had some experience fending off wild beasts and smaller hostile humanoids on the road their experience only lasted so long and they were tiring. Kevin struggled to free himself to begin cutting at the vines that had taken his last fellow Carter, Joel, into the brushes when he became aware of another presence, a group of adventurers launched forward to begin attempting to free him and his men.

The battle was brief yet ferocious as the newcomers’ blades, projectiles and magic made short work out of the living forest. But, it was not enough. Out of the five men he entered with, three could not be recovered, one would not see the night through and the other was unconscious and bleeding profusely. exhausted and thankful for being alive Kevin looked up at his heroes and knew, this is what would bring him glory. Travelling with and helping these heroes as a full time adventurer.

While tonight seems to be of “behind the scenes” this can be an interesting interaction to watch. While the party are on their way to Crankenburg they pass through the Ironwood Forest where they witness a man rush out before chaos erupts. A simple way to get to the action quickly and by saving Kevin they get information to the next part of the adventure. But that is for the next few nights so don’t forget to come back each night and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Crakenburg Carters

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The farmers of Crakenburg are a hardy bunch but none are as resilient as the Crakenburg Carters – the group that manages the carting of hay out of Crakenburg and beyond. These militia-farmers are a strong and durable folk who have trained in military tactics for years. However they are still not as strong as trained adventurers and regular warriors.

But before we get into that let’s grab a coffee, sit back and roll into tonight’s adventure!

The Crakenburg Carters

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Kevin Bruce – Created in Artbreeder.

Kevin looked across the tables in the Lonely Goat and shook his head at the farmers who shook with fear. “We don’t have no choice. We need to cut n’ store the wheat now,” one farmer proclaimed as he sipped on his ale. Some farmers agreed, the tired ones who spent half the night shooing the locusts from the crops to no avail. “But half the crops aren’t ready yet!” another protested which was met with cheers from other farmers.

“Mine wont be ready for weeks. If I cut them now then I wont have anything!” another said loudly which gained both ire and support from the others. “Well if you don’t do anything about it you will lose it all. Damned if you do damned if you don’t” Reeves said as he looked up from tired hands. “We have two options. Burn them out or we get the help from the druids” he continued. This drew the quiet from everyone in the inn.

Reeve O’leary – Created in Artbreeder.

“I’ll do it. I’ll seek the druids out and if they won’t help us willingly I will make them!” Kevin called out as he stood up. He had listened to these farmers for hours now and none of them were taking any action. ” Standing up he slammed his third empty tankard on the table and stormed out of the inn. A few of the others, The Crakenburg Carters, stood up to go with him and with a group of five they left to seek out the druids for help.

That’s it for tonight. Thanks for joining me tonight to meet two of our NPCs for this week, there may be more to come. Don’t forget that the next few nights we expand the adventure so don’t forget to come back each night this week and lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Swarm

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Another week has begun and we have a little village nestled amongst the mountains and forest who will be facing off against the swarm of hungry foes this week. But do not be afraid because as luck would have it we have a party of adventurers who have come to Crakenburg in the nick of time.

So take a load off your tired feet, grab a coffee, let’s sit down and roll into tonight’s adventure!

The problem with farming has always been the land required to create those crops and feed those beasts. Crakenburg finds itself at the foot of mountains and nestled amongst the rough wilds around it and it has had to prove itself stubborn and durable enough in the past to earn its place in the world.

But not all of nature’s wilds share this sentiment. Despite the rock slides, ambushes and raids from orcs and gnolls, earthquakes and worse, nature still demands a toll to pay. As the village prepares for its harvest festival where they harvest the wheat and straw darkness descends on millions of wings.

Will the adventurers be caught in the crossfire between nature and the village or will they find a way to divert the ravenous swarm?

The Swarm

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Crakenburg Fields – Created in Nightcafe.

The sun set down behind the Crakenmoore mountains as evening spread its tendrils of restfulness across the valley beyond. As shadows from the mountain mingled with the shapes of trees, rocks and buildings the people of Crakenburg hurried to usher their animals within the large barns as oil lanterns were lit across the village’s streets in a mimicry of the sun’s warm embrace.

As Reeve O’leary finished locking up the barn with his pigs safely within he moved contently across his paddocks and watched as a distant flock of birds took flight from deep within the Ironwood forest as dusk began to fall. The vast fields of wheat lay before him, the result of a hard season of labour and good weather which he could only thank the druids for. The stalks swayed in the cool breeze that descended from the mountains and as he looked outwards at the village he could not help but sigh with contentment.

The distant watch tower already had people watching over the plains around the valley. Over the years orcs, gnolls and other roving raiders had caused trouble for the village. Last year though they had an earthquake that shook great chunks of mountain down, crushing houses and flattening crops and animals alike. However they had recovered and shown their durability. As the flock of birds weaved through the dusk sky the way they moved drew Reeve’s attention. Soon he was having to squint as the distant sound of thrumming wings could be heard. 

Slowly like a cloud, the once-birds-now-creatures descended towards the crop of wheat next to his and landed amongst the stalks. The sound of chirping, flapping-skittering wings and thrumming could be heard as the creatures feasted on the crops. A few of the creatures flew into his paddock and he crossed the wooden fence to go and investigate. Pitchfork in hand he approached the buzzing creatures but it would do little for him as a large locust the size of his hand jumped out and landed on his pants. Crawling up his leg and chirping soon more were jumping towards him and he turned and fled. 

The creatures hung onto him for a few strides before sharp and aggressive swats dislodged them. As he ran towards the Tavern, the Lonely Goat, he looked down at his hand where he had grabbed one of the creatures. The still twitching corpse of the locust lay in his outstretched fingers as the other farmers, merchants and guards fell in to gaze upon its rigid ugliness. 

“The paddocks are filled with them…” Reeve got out as the others looked between it and him. “Hundreds of them. Chewing on the wheat…” Soon several farms were taking large sticks, swatters, to go and investigate the fields. The locusts were gone but a large portion of the wheat field they landed in was also missing. They would need a miracle, or a brave group of adventurers to travel into the Ironwood forest to request aid from the Druids of the woods.

Thanks for joining me for the start of another week of adventuring. Don’t forget to come back each day this week as we expand this adventure. And as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

A Sailors Tales

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Tonight we gather around the table and listen to a sailors tales. Sailors bring stories from across the seas which are a collation of their own experiences as well as those from their passengers. Most sailors stories are just that, stories, but some have more than a mote of truth.

So without any further waiting, let’s sit back, grab a hot coffee and roll into tonight’s content.

A Sailors Tales

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As they sat around the fire an old sailor took another deep swig from his flask and leaned across the table. “Nine men it took, nine and not any of them greenhorns or landlubbers. These were veteran sailors that brought the beast down so mark my words when I say it’s dangerous work to hunt these waters.” he said looking across at the adventurers listening to him.

“So there I was, the leader of this elite crew,” somewhere another sailor sniggered which earned him a powerful glare, “as I was saying, the elite crew had tracked this great beast for days, weeks even! As we moved onwards we found its nest. Between two islands the carcass of dozens of ships. Not wanting to add the Wave Splitter to its list we jumped into a rowboat and moved stealthily across the water.”

“So there we were, rowing across to this island where we could plant our feet and down this beast. Were were gravely mistaken in thinking it was that easy. The creature had made a fortress from the bones of the ships it had sunk before us and at the heart of its impenetrable walls was a mountain of treasure.” the sailor said as he stared into the space between them all. After ten seconds he coughed and continued, “so we fought with the beast for three days and for each day we lost another crew member until it was just me left. I hoisted my whale hunting harpoon and threw it with all I could and hit the beast in the eye where it fled to die in its nest. But the cost was great it dragged its treasure down to its lair and all I managed to retain was this fine blade.” the sailor said as he produced a finely crafted curved short sword. “I still remember my crew when I unsheath the blade…”

“Ah, the clouds are coming in from the west. I remember a night much like this one where we had some foulness on the winds out at sea, to the north of the continent.” he began even before he sat down, uninvited, next to the adventurers. Nearby fellow sailors groaned and started to muter about the mad old sailor.

“Enough of that. Ol’ Brigs tells the truth.” the captain said from nearby which quickly brought the crew to attention. “I was there this night. With the old crew.”

“Thanks captn’,” Frank Brigs began. “As I was saying the wind was foul that night but the moon helped show us the way to safer waters. However the sea’s didn’t want us to see land again,” he punctuated his sentence with a swig from his flask. “You see a storm hit us hard that night. We lost all sight of the stars and we had to wrestle the sails in so they wouldn’t be ripped to shreds. Despite our best efforts we lost most of our sails from the tearing winds. When the storm finally cleared and the crew, myself and the captn’ included, were exhausted we saw the damage that was done. One sail remained which was not enough to catch the breezes we needed. But Tymora was on our side.” he said, then paused for a dozen seconds.

“We had a visitor.” the Captain finished for him.

“Aye Captn’, we did. A white gull flew down to us and before one of the boys could skewer it for lunch it turned into a dragon, a large silver one. The beast offered us a deal, for the captains hat it would help us get to land where we would be able to find what we needed. So the captn’ bartered his head and the dragon practically picked up the ship and flew it to land. Aint’ that right captn’”’ Old Brigs said as he nodded towards the other man.

“It’s close enough to being right. That’s why we don’t eat white gulls any more in case they turn out to be dragons.”

That’s it for tonight’s update at my tabletop. I hope you enjoyed a few old sailors tails tonight. If you can make use of said stories to give the party a side adventure while out at sea, or to maybe not kill white sea birds, then let me know how you go! Don’t forget that tomorrow means another Zine so don’t forget to come back tomorrow and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Mirage Fish

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Tonight we witness the birth of a new creature, the Mirage Fish. While different to an Anglerfish in some ways this beast is a menace to costal dwellers. But don’t let my words convince you to avoid it, it is a tasty treat!

So let’s not hold back any longer, grab a coffee, sit down and cast our lines into tonight’s adventure!

The Mirage Fish

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Mirage Fish – Created in Tetra-cube

All islanders who call the White Gull Islands home know to avoid the lights at the edge of the water at night. These belong to the Mirage Fish, or Ghost light fish as they are called sometimes. Using their bioluminescence they can dispose of a fatty blog that emits a light near to them which has a hypnotic affect on those who see it.

Once suitable prey approaches the lure then the fish rapidly charges forward, digs its needle like teeth into the creature and drags it hurriedly under water where it can take its time in feeding.

Skeleton – Created in Tetra-cube.

The other inhabitants of the land are the skeletons of those who were cursed by the treasure within the tower. These long-dead islanders, sailors, explorers and, of course, pirates seem to dwell in the tower itself, where they likely lost their lives and where they continue to seek the treasure they were driven to find.

That is what we have for tonight, the Mirage fish, known as the Ghost Light fish and a plague to the islanders that it haunts. Don’t forget to come back this weekend for more D&D content and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Mellandra’s Keep

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Tonight we have a special map where I had a fair bit of fun playing with overlapping textures while creating Mellandra’s Keep. Now not so much a keep as a tower… the rest of the keep lies off the focal point of the adventure this week. While it can be explored the main interest comes when they investigate the tower itself and what lies within and below the waves.

So let’s grab a coffee, sit back and roll into tonight’s adventure.

Mellandra’s Keep

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Mellandra’s Keep: Low Tide – Created in Inkarnate.

The cooling winds push back the heat from the tropical sun as the spray from the ocean cools the faces of those who approach the tower. The waves lap at their feet as they hop, step and jump over the chunks of debris lay about the sand as they approach where the keep lies.

The large hole in the wall, a testament to an attack from a foe or the waves long ago. The pit that was carved into the rock beneath the waves contains a lot of moving, cool water which appears to be unnaturally dark. However, upon inspection the sand beneath can be seen occasionally from above indicating its not that deep.

Stone walls, ruins, rocky hills and debris make up the focal point of this weeks map. Overlapping paint sets to create the sand, the well of water and pools on top of the rocky perch. The waves and multiple layers within; transparent sand, stone, wavy-sea and deep water, gives a depth to the ocean that I think brings out a chaotic vibe that I appreciate.

Thanks for joining me for another night at my tabletop. Don’t forget that we will expand this adventure, and perhaps some more maps in the Zine. So don’t forget to come back and as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Dead Man’s Curse

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As the day draws on the party are drawn, one way or another, to the tower despite the risk of the dead mans curse. However they quickly realise what they have gotten themselves into as things start to go very wrong. But never fear as the party will surely be able to get themselves out of this predicament.

So as we walk along the beach towards certain doom, let’s grab a coffee sit down and roll into tonight’s adventure.

The Dead Man’s Curse

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The man, Turk, walked carefully along the line of trees towards the tower. Despite his caution and actively watching to make sure that he was not being followed the party could easily spot him making a dash towards the tower at the other end of the small island.

Turk – Created in Nightcafe.

Turk’s pace increased as he ran towards the stony ring that made up the base of the tower, built upon a rocky outcropping it sat tall against the blue backdrop. But the seas had begun to claim the land back and great chunks of stone littered the beach creating a cavernous hole in the side of the tower. Sand clung to the sides and base of the tower as the water lapped at the rocks underneath but that didn’t slow down Turk as he ran towards the structure.

The party had given chase after they had realised that the man had taken a bag of tools from the hold, their tools. As they approached the tower they could see from where they were standing that, if there was treasure here it was surely long gone. However, approaching the threshold where the sea had torn down great chunks of the southern wall they were surprised. A great hole dug down into the rock where thin stairs wound downwards into the rock below. The sound of disturbed water, cursing and tools on stone could be heard from down below.

The descent down the steps was slow going due to the slippery nature of the water covered stones as well as the erosion from years of water running over hewn stone. Turk startled when he realised the party was there and dropped the tool he was holding into the water, thrashing around he could not find what he was looking for. The water here was darker than the sea outside and so visibility was nearly impossible. But the water was waist high and the party managed to wade through it reasonably well.

Despite the party’s skill and prowess they could not notice the faint ebb of arcane magic from the walls of the tower, how the sky shifted quickly and the path of the sun seemed to be faster from inside the tower. As they searched the tower they eventually found a gap between the sand, the rock and the wall of the tower but as they looked deeper the light shifted further and the realisation of how dark it had gotten outside the tower dawned on them. As the first waves from the tide coming in crashed into the walls above them and water started to spray down upon them the water around them rose slowly. 

However, that wasn’t the only thing that rose. From being buried under the sand of the tower skeletal arms shot upwards and out of the water, dragging the fallen bodies of sailors, pirates and even locals who brandished clubs, scimitars and other weapons. As the full meaning of the dead man’s curse dawned on them the skeletons attacked as the coming tide rushed to greet them.

Thanks for joining me for another night at my tabletop. Don’t forget that we will continue to develop, shift and expand on this adventure for the remaining nights this week. So don’t forget to come back each night and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe