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The Lost Temple of Eldara

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Tonight with The lost Temple of Eldara I welcome you to another random adventure generation where I ask for a prompt, a NPC, a location and an encounter. As with last night I go and correct and expand what was generated. While I prepare to kick off into another 49 adventures, or so, I wanted take these last few days of the year a bit slower while still producing interesting content!

So another quick adventure is just moments away!

The Lost Temple of Eldara

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‘Movie Poster’ style for the Lost Temple of Eldara – Created in Copilot.

Title: The Lost Temple of Eldara

Adventure Hook: The party hear as they are waiting in line to collect a reward for a job that was posted by the local hunters guild of rumours that have surfaced about a long-lost temple hidden deep within the enchanted forest of Eldara. The temple is said to contain the legendary Orb of Eternal Light, a powerful artifact that can bring light to even the darkest corners of the world and it is thought to have brought about the birth of many of the good natured deities.

However, a malevolent cult known as the Shadow Veil seeks to claim the Orb for their evil purposes as their cult leader has proclaimed a time of reformation for the people of the land. These rumours have sparked concern with the authorities, namely the church of Lathander, and they have charged the adventurers with finding the temple and securing the Orb before it falls into the wrong hands.

Notable NPC: Liora Walker – A young halfling that is a skilled ranger and scout for the city the party pick up this job overhears the mission and wants in. She knows the Eldara forest like the back of her hand after being raised by a commune of refugees when she was left homeless at a young age. This is where Liora’s personal vendetta against the Shadow Veil comes into play as they destroyed her village in their pursuit of their dark ambitions.

She offers to guide the adventurers through the forest and provide valuable insights about the temple and its defences and she only asks that they won’t get in her way. Her knowledge and tracking skills are indispensable for navigating the treacherous terrain and as she is one of the only people who knew where the temple was and was willing to take people there.

Location: The Enchanted Glade – A beautiful, yet eerie clearing within the Eldara forest, where ancient trees form a natural barrier around a shimmering pool. The glade is imbued with powerful magic that can both aid and hinder those who enter. It serves as an ideal location for a strategic battle, with plenty of natural cover and hazards.

The Glade has several rumours around it about being a place where those most in need and with pure intentions have received aid, and in some cases, had the incurable cured.

Hidden Plot Twist: As the adventurers enter the temple, they discover that the Orb of Eternal Light is not merely a source of power, but a sentient entity known as Lumina, a Guardian of Balance. Lumina reveals that the true threat is not the Shadow Veil, but a much older and more dangerous force that has been awakened by the meddling of their leader and their hunger for power. This ancient force, known as The Dread, seeks to plunge the world into eternal darkness and chaos, as many of them do.

Lumina explains that the Shadow Veil was unknowingly manipulated by The Dread into seeking the Orb, believing it to be a tool for their own power. But she can not guarantee how long they have been manipulated and if their actions regarding Liora were the action of the cult or the influence of the Dread.

In reality, Lumina is the only thing that can seal away The Dread once more. Now, the adventurers must find a way to convince the remaining Shadow Veil members that they have been manipulated without revealing Lumina. If they are successful these members would surely realise their grave mistake and will assist in the ritual that will imprison The Dread. However not all will be easily swayed.

Social Encounter: The adventurers must negotiate a tense alliance with the surviving Shadow Veil cultists. Trust is scarce, and old animosities threaten to undermine their efforts. The party must use all their diplomatic skills to broker peace and cooperation, ensuring both sides work together to stop The Dread while making good on their promise to Lioara.

Combat Encounter: As the ritual to seal away The Dread begins, the temple is besieged by its minions, nightmarish creatures that manifest from shadow, cinder, ash and smoke. The adventurers must protect Lumina and the cultists performing the ritual, fending off waves of these dark entities. The final showdown sees The Dread partially manifest after taking the deceased form of the once cult leader, and the party must use all their strength and wits to keep it at bay until the ritual is complete.

Thanks for joining me for another different one tonight. I plan to get back to normal over the next few days so don’t forget to check in tomorrow to see what we have cooking. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Shattering of Elmyr

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Tonight I wanted to test out something I don’t do that often but explore random Adventure generation with the Shattering of Elmyr. The concept of this one is simple ask for a prompt, a NPC, A location and an encounter – then I go and correct and expand what was generated. A bit of fun one and an ease back into the process after a pretty hectic Dice-ember period that just ended.

So let’s prepare to kick into the end of this year with some easier days, exploring a few things and getting ready for the new year.

The Shattering of Elmyr

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Title: The Shattering of Anorak

Adventure Hook: The kingdom of Elmyr is on the brink of ruin as its lifeblood, the mystical artifact known as the Heart of Anorak, has been stolen. Whispers of a dark sorcerer and his band of shadowy minions spread through the land, instilling fear in every soul. The King, desperate to save his kingdom, calls upon the bravest of adventurers to retrieve the Heart and restore peace.

The party are tasked with returning the Heart of Anorak to the kingdom by any means necessary and they will have what ever support required to do so.

The artfeact, the Heart of Anorak, is comprised of wood, other organic material and a crystal substance at its core. The dark sorcerer is tapping into the power stored within its core to create its army of shadows and to harvest precious resources from a cave system to the east.

Notable NPC: Tiana Moonshadow – A reclusive and enigmatic elf druid who has guarded the secrets of the Heart of Anorak for centuries while working for and with the royal family. She is known for her wisdom and mastery over nature’s magic. Her knowledge is crucial to finding the artifact, but she harbors a deep secret about its true power.

In the last few years she was gradually removed from her position before no longer being able to study or be near the artefact. Despite this, ordered by the prince-come-king she has remained loyal and willing to assist the kingdom in any way they require her to do so.

Fantastical Location: The Crystal Caverns of Lythara – Far to the east of Elmyr a breathtaking underground labyrinth lays under the mountains of Lythara. The caverns are lined with glittering crystals that illuminate the darkness and react to traces of magic by glowing in a colour associated to the school of magic it comes from.

The caverns are said to house ancient guardians and hidden traps, making the journey perilous but all signs, including the advice from Tiana, point towards the cavern and local reports indicate that there is something suspicious going on within the caverns.

The beauty of the crystals is mesmerizing, but they also hold the potential for deadly encounters as many creatures covert their potential power, or, covert the food source that greed of man bring them when those foolish enough to seek the crystals.

Hidden Twist: The Heart of Anorak is not just a powerful artifact; it is the vessel for an ancient and malevolent spirit that seeks revenge against the family that trapped it within the crystal at the core of it. Tiana Moonshadow, while appearing to assist the adventurers, secretly plans to use the Heart for her own purposes to enact revenge against those who threw her, and her loyalty to the side. The adventurers must uncover her true intentions and decide whether to trust her or find another way to safeguard the artifact.

Encounter: Social Encounter – Glimmer: The adventurers discover a large crystal golem named Glimmer that appears to be trapped within the walls and other crystal structures within one of the chambers in the cave. However despite being trapped it appears to have a lot of control over the natural crystals in the walls and will use them to stop or injure those it deeps unfit.

The party must negotiate with the Guardian of the Crystal Caverns, a massive crystal golem named Glimmer. Glimmer tests the worthiness of those who seek passage through the caverns, demanding they prove their intentions are pure. The adventurers must use their wit and diplomacy to gain Glimmer’s trust or find themselves facing its formidable strength.

Combat Encounter: Deeper within the caverns, the adventurers are ambushed by a horde of shadowy minions led by the dark sorcerer Nalakar. The minions are twisted creatures formed from the shadows themselves, making them difficult to defeat, but not impossible. The adventurers must use their skills and teamwork to overcome the threat and push closer to reclaiming the Heart of Anorak after they wrestle it from Nalakar’s grasp.

Thanks for joining me for a bit of a different one tonight. I just about tripled and re-wrote everything that was generated for tonight’s prompts. Next week we kick off with more adventure as the new year rolls around so don’t forget to come back in full force for the start of the new year. For the remaining four days I will take it easy, investigate other RPG systems and continue to look for new and exciting adventures to write for you all.

And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Red Lord’s Rising

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Now this week see’s us go back to the old booklet format – however it’s several times bigger as it contains all of the Dice-ember 2024 content in a single booklet. That’s 21 sessions of adventure within a single booklet that was written over 25 days of adventure! Needless to say this is a bit more than a Zine or a One-shot but its this years xmas themed “one-shot” adventure!

So this week I present for your consideration, Red Lord’s Rising, inspired by some movies, a comedy series of Instagram reels and my own take on a collection of Santa-themed stories. A forewarning – this Adventure is a smidge over 10,000 written words (not including monster stat blocks…) and 29 pages long – so grab a coffee before reading!

There is references to the blog nights which are D&D centric (regarding Friday night’s Stat-blocks) but this adventure can be used system agnostic more so than my regular Zines. As always Kobold fight club can be used to quickly balance an encounter for Dungeons and Dragons and Tetra-cube provides the stat-blocks for many of my D&D creatures.

So I hope you enjoy this weeks adventure, Red Lord’s Rising, and that all your rolls are made with advantage.

Red Lord’s Rising

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Red Lord’s Rising – Created in Copilot, modified in Nightcafe.

This was the somber backdrop as the party found themselves unjustly accused of a crime most heinous—the murder of the very deity who embodied the season they held dear. As they stood in chains, facing the judgmental eyes of the crowd, they knew that to clear their names and restore the light of The Red Lord, they would have to uncover the truth behind the divine silence and the malevolent forces at play.

The adventure was about to begin, with the stakes higher than ever, and the fate of their world hanging in the balance.

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The party encounter a particularly large Isolation Wraith
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Elara
Sage Aramis

PDF adventure – Red Lord’s Rising

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Thanks for joining me today for another adventure, my largest for this year! This is an expanded booklet adventure and was comprised over 24 days of writing which was… many many hours… So I hope the format works and gives you something to go by! Please feel free to leave comments if you like what you see when you grab a copy of the PDF.

Next time you get a party together consider running this adventure and I hope that you enjoy it.
I hope you don’t miss a thing so come back daily in the coming week and year. This is so you can experience the creation of the next adventure as it evolves and shapes out. And as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Demiplane of Isolation

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The party must find a way to open a portal to the demiplane of isolation where the Forgotten One, Grehy, has taken Elara as a final insult before they retreat to their native plane. The Red Lord, using his divine power aims to creates a rift that allows them passage but what lies on the other side only time will tell.

So let’s sit back, buckle up for the last adventure of the year!

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.


Thanks for visiting for the second last part of the adventure this Dice-ember. Don’t forget to come back the new two days as we wrap things up and conclude on Christmas Day. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Battle for Felmore

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The battle for Felmore has raged on for days. The forces of the Forgotten One have been relentless, but the defenders, led by the party and the Red Lord, have held strong. The commanders of the Forgotten One have been systematically defeated, and the tide of the siege is turning in favour of Felmore. However, the victory is bittersweet as the Forgotten One makes a desperate move to demand their power recognised!

So buckle in, grab your favourite drink as we march into tonight’s adventure!

Battle for Felmore

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It’s been days now since we last saw the party and as the battle of Felmore rages on there have been several more waves of enemies rushing at the walls of Felmore. However, there is a big change in the husks as several have stopped mid charge and begun to sing to the hymns and songs of praise sung over the walls by the defenders. Soon they are coming back to their senses and the horror of what their reality crashes into them. Luckily the Red Lord assisted with Elara is there to help those who manage to break the curse.

Soon the numbers that come towards the walls are less and less and eventually they all together stop. The city of Felmore stands resilient, its defenders are weary but triumphant with the attacks stopping. The forces of the Forgotten One have been pushed back, their strength waning with each passing moment over the past few days and now all together non-existent. The Red Lord stands at the forefront, his presence a beacon of hope and defiance drawing the last of the cursed towards him and into the holy cacophony of mirth and joy that his hymns and prayers bring. As the final battle nears its end, a sinister presence fills the air.

The skies above Felmore darken as a chilling wind sweeps through the city. The air grows heavy with an oppressive sense of dread which several of the people who recovered from being husks shrink back from and flee deeper into the city. From the shadows, the Forgotten One emerges, their form a dark and twisted silhouette wrapped in discarded and tattered grey robes. Their eyes burn with a malevolent light as they survey the battlefield of buildings and barricades made from market stalls and tables.

‘You may have defeated my wraiths, but this battle is far from over. I shall not be so easily vanquished. You all don’t deserve the mercy that Red offers.’ they stop to stare at all those gathered around the Red Lord. Their eyes a mixture of hatred and envy.

‘Not everyone is worthy of a second chance Red! Where was my second chance? Where’s the redemption I was promised before being locked away in endless darkness. No, there is just isolation, the true redeemer and the true repentance. It is the only path for atonement for their sins, your second chances and your mercy isn’t fixing these people its destroying them. They all end up alone and suffering, I hear them, all of them when they are so very desperately alone.’ a cruel smile covers their face as their form wavers between being solid and made of shadow stuff. Their voice distorts colour around them but as it tries to remove the colour from the party and the Red Lord it fails to take hold.

Elara starts to sing, her voice calling the hymns of the Red Lord speaking of forgiveness, mercy and second chances. Soon everyone is singing and the area of grey and shadow starts to disappear as warmth spreads out from those gathered as they sing louder. The Red Lord smiles and reaches into his overly large coat bringing out a candle stick made from Red Wax.

‘You don’t have to be alone. You chose self isolation Grehy. You do not need to dwell in the darkness, a void between planes, you can join us in the light and have your second chance.’ the Red Lord replied to their threat with a warm smile. The creature, the Forgotten One a deity who represented loneliness and Isolation shrank back as if struck.

As the Forgotten One’s power wanes, they makes a final, desperate move. Their eyes lock onto Elara who radiates hope and joy. The Party forgave her for being with the group that tried to capture and kill them. She got a second chance and stood here unscathed.

‘If I am to fall, to disappear back into where I have spent my existence then I shall take something precious from you. That way at least I will not be forgotten’

With a swift and otherworldly motion, the Forgotten One turned into shadow before reappearing behind Elara. Her arms snapped forward snatching Elara from the midst of the defenders. Before anyone can react, Elara and the forgotten one is dragged into a puddle of shadow and darkness, her screams echoing through the area. The portal closes behind them, leaving only a lingering sense of despair as colour is drained from.

The Red Lord steps forward and places a giant hand on the spot that Elara stood. After a moment he stands and looks around before finding the party. ‘The Forgotten One has retreated to the demiplane where they resign, a realm designed to break the spirit and enforce eternal loneliness. We cannot leave Elara to such a fate. We must follow and rescue her, and in doing so, we may find a way to seal Grehy away for good as perhaps they are beyond help.’

Thanks for joining me tonight for another night of adventure and the doorway to our second last post for the adventure! Don’t forget to come back the next three days as we wrap up this festive season and Dice-ember adventure. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Heads of Solitude

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The dusk falls over Felmore, casting the last warming light over the battlegrounds that were the scene of the days relentless assault. The defenders are weary, their spirits bruised but not broken and the heads of solitude banished from the city. The party, alongside the Red Lord and Elara, had noticed a disturbing pattern when the attacks were occurring, the wraiths that bring the isolation curse seem to act as generals, orchestrating the attacks of those entrapped by the curse. By removing these wraiths, the party believes they can disrupt the enemy’s command structure and increase their chances of survival.

So tonight will prove to be another bigger one so let’s settle down, grab out some paper and plan for tonight’s adventure!

Heads of Solitude

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The last rays of dusk creeps over the horizon, casting long warm shadows across the battle-torn city of Felmore. The air is filled with a tense silence, broken only by the distant cries of the wounded and the murmured singing of the weary defenders in an attempt to lift their spirits. The party gathers around the Red Lord as they discuss their observations from the previous night’s battle.

The Red Lord stands tall pawing at his giant beard as he watches the enemy. His eyes scan the horizon as the setting sun highlights where the foe, those too taken by the curse that the creatures of the Forgotten one bring, and the creatures that stalk amongst their ranks. These spectral wraith are ever watching and when one of the husks, the term given to the people too consumed by isolation and depression by the defenders, seems to fight back against the curse they hurry over to the resistor and reinstate the curse. After a moment the Red Lord looks over to the party and nods knowingly.

‘As you have probably gleamed already my friends, the wraiths – these spectres of isolation – are more than just mere soldiers. They command the husks, directing their attacks and reinforcing the curse on those who fight back against it, sowing despair among their own ranks to force them to battle. If we can isolate and defeat these wraiths, we may turn the tide in our favour.’ he said, confirming the parties own suspicions.

The party spend the better part of an hour coming up with as plan to isolate and destroy the spectres like they did at Meldwel forest. The plan was simple and they had the support of a deity on their side to increase their chances of success significantly. As they hurried off to enact their plan they wanted the other agents move to carry on their part of the plan, Elara and the Red lord supporting in the way that only they could, by drawing the attention of the wraiths and to call them forward to think they could snuff out their light.

It was hard to track the wraiths without giving up their location but they could read the signals that the defenders could as they moved through the outer parts of the city, beyond the walls where much of the days battle had happened. Soon enough they saw the wraiths hurrying forward with a small entourage of husks as they moved towards the Red Lord, goaded by the flare of red light that his candle and Elara’s symbol were blaring releasing.

Separating the Husks from wraiths wasn’t as simple as they hoped but they managed to set traps, snares and slow down the husks enough that the spectres, these isolations wraiths slowly finding themselves stripped of a body guard.

The streets of Felmore were eerily quiet as the party moved through the city. There were only a few remaining husks where the party were unable to separate them from the wraiths and their senses were focused for any sign of the wraiths change in attitude. Shadows flickered at the edge of the parties vision as the wraiths presence was felt, stripping the world of colour and warmth as the party got closer to them. Stopping suddenly the hairs on the back of the parties neck stood on end as the air grew colder. They were close.

The wraiths, sensing the party’s approach, emerged from the shadows and destroyed parts of the city. Their forms are ghostly, with long, goat-like horns sprouting from skeletal faces and tattered dark cloaks fluttering in the wind, nearly identical to the ones they faced yesterday and at the Meldwel forest. Yet they moved with an eerie grace, their eyes burning with a malevolent light as they had a deeper purpose and they found themselves cornered between a deity of light and joy and a group of mortals.

The battle began as the wraiths attempted to once again isolate the party members, stripping away their senses and plunging them into a void of solitude. The party pushed back, a voice clear as a bell pierced through the murkiness which prevented the curse from gripping them further. But they were short on time and these spectres were different, more experienced and calculating and less prone to making errors like the ones they faced earlier. These ones knew that the party could harm their spectral forms and they were keen to avoid the same fate.

As they fought on the heads of solitude, these more experienced wraiths, stared to fall one by one as the party fought while being bolstered by the light of the Red Lords Sacred Candle. As the last one fell a shriek of anger rang out through the city from the main force of the enemy. The sound that they were now at risk of being hunted if they didn’t make a break back to camp straight away.

Thanks for visiting for another night here at my tabletop. We only have three more nights of writing which will go by exceedingly fast with the last days of work for the year and the lead up to Christmas. So don’t forget to come back daily and hopefully, something special will be here when the Red Lords light greets us on December 25th. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Brink of Loneliness

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The city of Felmore stands on the brink of loneliness as an imminent attack from the forgotten ones hordes is on the horizon. The Red Lord, having been restored to nearly full power, is now the beacon of hope for the people. However, the Forgotten Deity is determined to extinguish this light. In a sinister move, the Forgotten One has called those who have fallen beyond hope into deep isolation due to the imagined banishment curse. These unfortunate souls, little more than husks, are driven by a twisted belief that the defenders of Felmore are the source of their torment and that by defeating them they will be able to find peace.

So rally the defences, stand by the wall and by the gate for we march into tonight’s adventure!

The Brink of Loneliness

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As night falls over Felmore, a palpable tension grips the city as the once-bustling streets are now busy for a different reason. The streets once filled with stalls and hawkers are lined with hastily constructed barricades, and the cityfolk have taken up arms alongside the soldiers and the party. The Red Lord stands at the steps of his temple and his booming voice rallies the defenders to bolster their spirit.

The city walls loom tall and foreboding in the moonlight, casting long shadows over the assembled defenders who stand vigilant over the battlements and beyond. A chill wind sweeps through the streets, carrying with it an eerie whisper of despair – foul mutterings trying to twist and taint the minds of those who defended the city. But the Red Lords booming voice bolsters the mind and spirits of those in the city and his hymns and songs of joy and hope can be heard from all parts of the city. Yet, despite the presence of the Red Lord the distant sound of shuffling feet grows louder, and the party knew that the time has come. The Forgotten One’s cursed army is approaching.

Despite the preparation they had managed to get done over two days the early arrivals of the Forgotten One’s army had rattled the defenders. Their old friends, neighbours and at times family members had stumbled into the barricades and attacked any who tried to help them. By the third morning there was a large force held back by several of the skeletal-ram headed creatures that the party had encountered at the Meldwel Forest.

The air is heavy with anticipation as everyone prepares for the fight to come as the rising of the light seems to signal the creatures and those lost to the curse the creatures carried rushed towards the city. The first orders to let loose fell on deaf ears but by the second call arrows started to fly through the air towards the rushing horde.

The first sign of the attack is a low, mournful wail that echoes through the night. From the darkness, figures emerge – pale, gaunt, and lifeless. Their eyes are hollow and exhausted with their movements plagued by bouts of anguished cries. These are the husks of those who have succumbed to the banishment curse, imagined by the people of Felmore but inflicted by the creatures of the Forgotten One. Both creature and man surge forth, driven by the Forgotten One to serve as instruments of terror.

As the battle rages the party rush to the main gate that they rally towards, the entry point that is closest to the Red Lords church. As they throw themselves against the gate they brace while the defenders ready another deadly payload for the husks that throw themselves at the gate. As the banging stops the party are called to the temple as the Red Lords voice booms out encouraging the defenders and renouncing those that attack the city.

But another voice sings out and catches the parties ear, Elara singing a hymn and it carries down to the party. They look up in time to see a glowing red barrier surround the Red lord and herself, both the Red Lords Candle and her own holy symbol radiating power as the barrier forms moments before one of the curse bearers, the Isolation Wraiths. Rushing to the Red Lords side they witness the city guards fall to their knees and call out in despair as the wraiths power takes hold.

The fight is quick and brutal but the party defend the cleric and her deity with minimal casualties from those who stood with them. As the party’s resources get dangerously low a screeching call that seems to drain the colour form the world resonates from the field beyond the city. The Wraiths and remaining husks turn and rush off to their masters call leaving the party and defenders to look after their injured, the fallen and despatch the mend the battlements.

Thanks for visiting another night. Don’t forget that tomorrow we will continue this adventure further so make sure to come back for another section of the adventure. We only have another four days to go so make sure you don’t forget to come back daily so you don’t miss a thing and, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Back to Felmore

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The journey back to Felmore is filled with a mix of motions, primarily anticipation and hope. The Red Lord, now rejuvenated and full of purpose, walks with the party, the glow of his restored power radiating hope and warmth. The path is no longer fraught with danger, but a sense of urgency propels them forward as the travellers they pass flock to follow in the Red Lords wake.

Yet a feeling of worry sneaks in between the feeling of warmth and hope from the Red Lord as the unmistakable influence of the Forsaken One can be seen on some of those that muster around them.

So sit back as the party has a small break, some moments of celebration and a warm welcome for a change!

Back to Felmore

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The road back to Felmore was busier than they had expected. As the party made their way down the roads and passed travellers by, several stopped to stare at them. They couldn’t be blamed as the party was walking with a living and breathing deity. Despite the Red Lord walking in his shorter human form people still stopped, pointed and followed him as they moved down the road. Soon a small horde of people were following the party and their companion singing the hymns of his church and calling out that he had returned.

Patrols still searching for the party stopped and gawked as they saw the man that they were with, some just moments before trying to arrest them. As they camped a small village sprung up around them and they, along with the Red Lord, was brought food, drink and any form of comfort that they may need. As the night went on the songs of merriment associated with the Red Lord grew more numerous but, all was not merriment and celebration.

There were travellers on the road who marched forward away from the city with the same sullen expression that they recognised from being influenced by the creatures of the Forgotten Deity. Some managed to break from their stupor and others continued without recognising that there were people trying to assist them.

By midday on the following day the party began their true approach to the bustling gates of Felmore, the city rising before them with its high stone walls standing tall and sturdy. The sight of the Red Lord, accompanied by the party, brought gasps of surprise and awe from the guards and hurried celebration and shouts of alarm to ripple down the streets. By time they arrived at the Red Lord’s Church word of their arrival had spread quickly, and a large crowd had gathered to witness the return of their beloved deity.

However the next words from the Red Lords mouth changed the atmosphere instantly.

‘People of Felmore, my followers and those who walk the path of second chances and joy. I have returned but not without the assistance of true believers. With me before you stand those who have risked everything to restore hope and mercy to our land. Despite being accused of a murder that was not true, despite being hunted by those who called themselves true believers in our teachings and despite the risk to themselves and their lives they fought to free me. The accusations against them were false, a dark plot orchestrated by one who sought to bring despair and isolation upon us. One that has been forgotten for far too long’ he paused, his voice echoing down the streets with diving power.

‘The forgotten one returns and seeks to plunge the world into isolation and despair. A waking banishment where family, friends and neighbours are stripped from you. There but unable to be seen, touched or heard. I ask you all to stand with your brothers and sisters, your family and friends, your neighbour and the strangers amongst you. Stand together to fight back against the darkness that threatens to take everything from you. Just as these heroes stood firm I ask you to do the same.’

Thanks for joining me tonight for the homecoming that no one really wanted. Tomorrow we start the final push to the end of the Dice-ember adventure and the end of the year. So don’t forget to come back each day leading up to December 25th where, the Red Lord Willing, I’ll have something wrapped up in a little bow for us all. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Crypts Trials

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The Crypts Trials haunt the party this week as they move forward into what they hope will be the final hurdle in their quest to save the Red Lord and their clear their names. However the ancient trials and tests within the crypt are not all that waits and there is something darker and more malicious within this Crypt.

So grab a notepad and pen, sit down and get ready for the Crypts Trials!

The Crypts Trials

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The Crypts Trails – created in Copilot and Nightcafe.

The party lands upon the bottom of the flight of stairs after descending sixty or so feet. The entrance behind them reveals the canopy of trees and the night sky beyond but before them is old chiselled stone that has not lasted the test of time. The air is cold, damp and earthy with the only light comes from their own light sources and the Red candle that flickers in Elara’s hands. As the party delve deeper into the crypt it begins to feel that it is more a maze of corridors and chambers rather than structured and ordered space.

As they continue the rooms and corridors they encounter seemed designed to trick, delay, and confuse any who dare enter as they are nearly all identical even down to the same piles or rubbish and bones within the rooms and against the walls. However after noticing something odd about one of the rooms they discover a cleverly disguised adjoined corridor

After but a few moments travelling down the new corridor the first chamber they enter is a large, circular room with a high ceiling. In the centre of the room stands a pedestal in which rests a glowing crystal. The walls are adorned with murals depicting scenes of ancient battles and forgotten heroes, all crumbling to ruins and to be forgotten soon. As the party approaches the pedestal, a low hum fills the air, and a voice echoes through the chamber.

‘To proceed, you must answer the riddle that guards this chamber and this is third of three such rooms. Only the worthy may pass and only those who pass are worthy.’ a voice comes from the room itself as the crystal in the middle of the room starts to levitate and thrum with arcane magic.

After a few heart beats the voice speaks again ‘I speak without a mouth and hear without ears. I have no body, but I come alive with wind. What am I?’.

The party listen to the words and as they sit their in silence the soft drip of water in some corner of the room echoes out. Inspired with the answer the party gives their response to which a section of the wall grinds away revealing another passageway deeper into the crypt.

As the party step through the end of this corridor they are greeted by a series of walls. After a few minutes the realisation of what this chamber represents hits hard, this chamber is a labyrinthine corridor filled with mirrors and illusions. The walls seem to shift and move as the party navigate through the maze which makes standard tricks for overcoming a labyrinth less useful, but not useless. After a few moments they find that they reach the centre of the labyrinth where an identical crystal from the one earlier sits on a similar pedestal.

‘Only those who see through deception shall find the true path. Navigate the path laid before you and reach the door on the other side.’ the voice calls out once the party approach it. The party hear from somewhere deeper in the room the sound of metal grating as a something in the maze shifts. Whether something opens or something closes it is nearly impossible to tell.

Reaching the exit of the maze they recount the guardian creatures that had begun to stalk them which forced them to move faster through the maze. Luckily the walls ceased changing but the threat of the creatures cornering and attacking them urged them onwards. However this caused them to miss obvious queues and get lost as they made simple mistakes. As they burst through the last parts of the maze and closed the door behind them a loud grumbling echoes out from behind them as tremors could be felt through the ground. Looking in the room behind them they managed to watch the last of the walls that made up the maze shift into the floor to be swallowed back up by the room that created it.

Ahead of them the third chamber is a vast hall filled with statues of ancient warriors. Nearly each statue holds a weapon with more scattered on the floor around them. The floor is inscribed with a large, intricate pattern where the party can see a depiction of a battle from some long forgotten time. At the far end of the hall is a corridor that is barred off with a large statue standing firmly in the middle of passage. Suddenly a voice from their left makes them jump as another crystal glows into life.

‘The key to the gate ahead lies within the pattern. Match the weapons to their correct owners, the corresponding places where they would have stood on their last march, and the way shall be revealed’. The party move forward to look at the statues. after a moment they place the dropped weapons in the hands of the statues in which the weapons which was closest to them. As they place the last weapon an image of a full moon glows in the centre of the pattern and a few statues have their eyes glow.

After some trial and error and watching the moon imagery in the centre of the moon wane from full to near new, or the dark of the moon, they worked out the pattern. With a satisfying click the gate in front of them receded into the wall revealing the corridor before them. As they approached the final statue, a much newer and pristine stone its eyes burned alive and a cold voice resonated out.

‘You have made it this far Guardians of the light but here you shall remain. But to make this interesting so your final moments to let you know that you have truly failed. A riddle that will haunt you for the rest of your isolation and fuel your despair.’ it paused for a moment its massive arms moving to grip onto the stone handles of weapons at its back.

‘My life can be measured in hours, I only serve to be devoured. Slim, I am quick. Fat, I am slow. Wind is my foe.’ it said, slowly and menacingly with a hissing like rhythm. As it waited for the parties response.


Thanks for coming tonight and for continuing with this journey with me. Don’t forget that I publish content for this adventure daily leading up to Christmas so don’t forget to come back daily and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Guardian of the Meldwel Crypt

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As the party stand before the ancient tree, its massive roots twisting and burrowing into the earth, the party fails to notice a crucial element, the guardian of the Meldwel crypt. The air around the party feels dense and ancient as if the earth itself is trying to block the parties progression. The entrance is dark and foreboding, the stone archway covered in moss and root and beyond it, a staircase with no end in sight. But as they wait and take a collective breath of potentially their last fresh-ish air a figure looms out of the fog and soil and reaches out towards them!

So grab your thermos of seasonal beverage, an ice cold beer here, and let’s dodge, duck, dip, dive and… dodge into tonight’s adventure!

Guardian of the Meldwel Crypt

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The ancient tree of Meldwel Forest stands tall and imposing as the party approaches its exposed twisted roots that dig into the soil around some aged stone ruins. As the party approaches the once hidden entrance beneath the roots of the oldest tree the fog that has settled on the ground air grows colder as they descend into a small bowl like recession at the base of the tree. A thick earthy smell wafts up from below the dense wall of fog as they walk towards the open archway that leads to a steep staircase down into the bowels of the tree.

Suddenly the candle that Elara carries ignites in a bright spark of yellow flame that creates the fog to glow as if a lantern was lit. But their shock of the candles ignition was short lived as a massive hand of twisted roots and rubble crashed through their midst and snatches Elara up. The fog swirls as a giant creature made from twisted roots, soil and rubble rises out of the fog and ground causing bits of debris to rain down on the party.

A booming voice like a landslide calls out from the creature ‘Halt, trespassers. You shall not pass into this sacred crypt. I am the Guardian of this place and I have defended it for centuries. You may try to trick me like the others did but your fake talismans and artefacts of the Red Lord will not deceive me, your tricks will not work again!’

As the creature calls out it holds Elara and the candle aloft, the flame burning brightly still as the rapid movements from the crypt guardian threaten to extinguish the frail flame. As the party prepare for battle a wall of thick roots carrying chunks of rock from the ruins forms a barrier at the entrance to the tunnel beneath the tree

‘Others came before you, with lies and deceit. They sought to plunder the secrets of this crypt for their own gain. I was tricked once, but I shall not be fooled again.’ It roars as the battle rages on as the party clash with blade, hammer and magic bite into roots, soil and spill rubble across the battlefield. At some stage Elara goes flying and she crashes hard into the soil as the party rush to finish the spirit.

The Guardian starts to crumble as the final attack leaves it reeling. It falls as the roots that bound it to the tree lay cut and dismembered causing the soil and rubble it had bound in its form to fall to the ground inert and lifeless. The party to approach the stone archway as the roots disappear into the soil once more. looking down into the depths the initial first steps are cast in a red-yellow glow from the candle that Elara holds; which seems to grow stronger with each step, revealing the dark and mysterious passageway beyond.

The air grows colder as the party step into the crypt, the darkness pressing in around them trying to push back against the light from the red candle. The narrow passageway is lined with ancient carvings and flickering torchlight, casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. The scent of damp earth and ancient decay fills the air and assaults the nostrils of the party as they make their way deeper into the crypt.

Thanks for joining me tonight for a shorter one than the previous nights but something that was building up for while leaving the mountains and the Blank Citadel. Don’t forget that we have just passed the halfway part for this adventure and that there is only ten more nights left before the final conclusion. So don’t forget to come back each night this week to stay up to date with this adventure and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe