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Road to the Blank Citadel

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Tonight we follow the party on the road to the Blank Citadel. The roads out of Felmore are heavily patrolled as the word that the party has been seen in the city has spread. However the party manage to avoid the patrols on the road, however, their luck wont last for ever and they are ambushed with the Darkstone mountains within striding damage.

So sit down, grab a hot coffee or seasonal beverage as we hike into tonight’s adventure!

Road to the Blank Citadel

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Patrols chase in the mountains – Created in Copilot.

The party leaves the Hidden temple through a vertical shimmering transparent mirror-like portal. As they enter the central chamber of the Red Lord where they entered the hidden temple from. As they step through the statue of the Red lord the surface stops being mirror-like and the portal closes as the symbol they used to trigger the portal clangs to the floor. The clerics are still elsewhere and even the guard to this room remains as they were when the party entered the room.

After leaving the temple the party sets out on their journey to the Blank Citadel, armed with the cryptic clues from the hidden temple guardians. Their path leads them northward, through the dangerous roads and treacherous landscapes. However, the journey is fraught with danger as they realise very quickly that several patrols are actively searching for them, determined to capture the alleged murderers of the Red Lord.

The road from Felmore is bustling with activity, as merchants, travellers, and the busy patrols crisscross the landscape. The air is thick with tension, and every passer-by seems to eye each other with suspicion and the party must navigate the road and their travels to avoid detection while making progress towards the Blank Citadel.

The party moves cautiously through the road out of Felmore, their hoods drawn low and their eyes scanning for any signs that they have been discovered or for patrols heading towards them. The city was alive with noise and activity, but the road out of the city was a stark contrast. As opposed from the jubilation in anticipation for the large feasts in Felmore the activity and noise that was on the roads out came from disgruntled merchants and travellers that as patrols pulled them over.

As they moved along the roads they managed to avoid the majority of the patrols as other travellers were questioned before them. It was going nearly to well as they continued their way out of the city. But their luck ran out when they encountered their first patrol, a group of well-trained guards, knights, and clerics, each one alert and vigilant.

The patrols were stopping all travellers, demanding identification and searching for any signs of the fugitives. The party managed to quickly duck behind a large wagon and they managed to barely avoid detection, or so they thought.

Despite their best efforts, the party’s luck eventually runs out. As they leave the roads and head towards the towering Darkstone mountains the narrow passageway doubles back on itself heading up a ledge. As they turn to climb they notice that they have been followed by the patrol that they believed they had narrowly avoided prior.

As the battle draws to a close, the knight, wounded but not fatally, gasps a message in defeat. ‘You may have won here… but you wont escape your fate, murderers..’

With this ominous warning, the knight breathes his last. The party, battered but victorious, takes a moment to regroup and tend to their wounds. The journey ahead is filled with uncertainty, but they now have a clearer sense of the dangers that lie ahead.


Thanks for joining me for another night as we kick off the second part of this adventure! But we are not done yet so don’t forget to come back daily so you don’t miss a thing and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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The Blank Citadel

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‘The Blank Citadel holds the last light of the Red Lord, none can stop it from turning black’, the dying words of a cruel creature wishing to taunt the party this week as we continue on with the eighth day of our December adventure. But this information comes at a price and a frantic battle awaits those who dare oppose the dark guardians of the hidden temple.

So sit down, sharpen your magical blades and let’s get ready to square off against the most cruel of guardians!

The Blank Citadel

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The Dark Guardians – Image created using Co-pilot.

As the party gathers their belongings and prepares to leave the hidden temple to the forgotten deity the air grows colder. An unsettling presence wafts over them causing their vision to blur around the edges and them to momentarily lose the sight of their comrades. The guardian spirits that they conversed with seem to sense the change in the room with their forms flickering with unease and them looking around as if pained.

Suddenly, the quiet atmosphere of the few moments before a storm is shattered as new guardian spectres materialize in the hall. These guardians are different, more menacing, ancient and dark, their spectral forms cloaked in shadow and their eyes burning with an intense, hostile cold light.

One of the new guardians, a towering figure with a jagged spear, steps forward the sound of its footfall the sound of breaking glass. It’s voice is neither male nor female but the sound as if heartbreak had a voice and with it speaking it echoed with an otherworldly resonance. ‘Intruders, you have defiled this sacred place and the forgotten one. You shall not leave here alive.’

The party braced themselves as the guardians attack without warning, their movements swift and deadly putting the masters of their age to shame with masterful use of their weapons. The grand hall erupts into chaos as the party engages in a fierce battle as they test their will to live against the opposing force that wishes them to fail. With each swing of the smoke-hewn weapons the party experienced a flash of a memory where they were alone, banished from the warmth of people and friendship.

As the ancient spectres fight the ground and ruins around them start to shift and float apart taking the party away from each other. The floating platforms and shimmering dark energy fields make the battle more dangerous as the creatures seem to be at home with the terrain, as if the realm between realms, the hidden temple of isolation is where they have always existed.

However, the guardians they had befriended lash out in coordinated attacks with the party and together they fell the spectres one by one. As the battle reaches its climax, one of the dark guardians, a spectral figure with a crow-like helm, speaks in a cryptic tone. ‘The Blank Citadel holds the last light of the Red Lord, none can stop it from turning black.’

With those final words, the guardian falls, his form dissipating into wisps of dark energy and with the remaining guardians laying defeated, the party is left with a new and crucial piece of information. One of the surviving friendlier guardians explains that ‘the Blank Citadel is located far up north and that the setting of the sun reveals where it is within the Darkstone Mountains when you show ultimate reverence to the ancient stone’. With its cryptic message delivered it fades from existence, its oath broken and its fate sealed.

With the hidden temple’s secrets unveiled and a new lead pointing them to the Blank Citadel far to the north, the party must decide their next course of action. The stakes have never been higher, and their quest to clear their names and save the Red Lord now takes on a new and dangerous dimension. The journey ahead will be fraught with peril, but the party is determined to uncover the truth and restore hope to their world.


Thanks for visiting again for the start of another week and the seventh section of content for this adventure. Don’t forget we have another two weeks to go for this adventure so don’t forget to come back daily so you don’t miss a thing and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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The Red Candle

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As the party embarks on this dangerous quest to clear their names and uncover the truth behind the Red Candle and the missing deity, they must rely on their wits, bravery, and newfound alliances. The path ahead is fraught with peril, but the fate of the Red Lord and their own lives depends on their success.

So sit down, prepare best escape soundtrack as we slink out of tonight’s adventure!

The Red Candle

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The party sit there in shock as nearly the entire sage council pass their judgement. Despite the parties best attempt several different and at times opposed factions of clerics and mages gave evidence that pointed towards the party. Divination magic both arcane and divine, witness reports and even a statement from an old employer; who had tries to refuse to pay the party the agreed sum, all pointed to the party as the cause of the missing candle and the disappearance of the Red Lord.

They had been bound by the same black metallic shackles that kept their powers in check and escorted to the jail to await a final judgment as many, including Brother Colin, had argued that the Red Lords teachings said they should be given a second chance. As they were led into the cells with a hot meal their escort smiled at them warmly. ‘I know it looks glum now, but I am sure that I’ll let you out tomorrow as free people. You may not remember me but you saved me and my family not long ago and I know you to be the kind of people to save the innocent, not to harm them.’ with guard smiled again and with a curt nod departed to leave them alone with their thoughts and each others soft words.

The memory of the grand hall that was filled with anxious and angry onlookers and the echoes of the finality of the verdict of guilty still resounded in their heads as inescapable slumber took them one by one. Their instincts honed by years of living and travelling through the wilderness kick in as they wake up one after another. The cells are cold, dark, and damp and a lone candle at the end of a far hall is the only reminder that they are locked deep within the bowels of the royal dungeon. The heavy iron bars remain closed and bound deep within the thick stone walls which make escape seem impossible even without the thick metallic bands around their wrists that had so far remained impossible to pick or get out of.

The mood is sombre amongst the party and as they look around for the trigger of their danger sense awakening them the distant sound of dripping water and the occasional echo of another prisoners moan or wail only created a sense of isolation and despair, yet something was not right.

A hurried scuff of a boot broke the oppressive lack of life as a muffled light appeared hurriedly next to their slide as a hooded figure approached the cells. It was Sage Aramis, an elder of the Council and stemmed cleric of Tyr known for his wisdom and fair judgment. He carries a small driftglobe wrapped in thick clothes that painted a soft glow revealing the concern etched on his face and only a few feet around him.

‘Wake up, all of you. We don’t have much time.’ Sage Aramis whispered as he slipped an overly oiled iron key from his pocket and unlocked the cell with a strained click. Answering the parties confused looks on their faces he rushed into the cell and with a soft glow from his hands the metal bands fell off their wrists and into his waiting hands.

‘I came because I believe you are innocent and despite the overwhelming evidence stacked against you my oath to Tyr would not let me sentence you to death. The council passed verdict late that you were to be executed for fear that you would inspire others to rise against all that is holy.’ Sage Aramis looked disgusted, ‘fools the lot of them.’

As he unlocked the last of the shackles he looked to them all and crouched before them. His age was evident now and there was a sadness in his eyes. ‘There were too many inconsistencies in Brother Colin’s testimony, and the evidence seemed too convenient, all of it. It was nearly too perfect a collection to singly point at people with your history. Something is amiss, and I fear a deeper plot at play and you listed as the scape goat for someone more more heinous.’

‘We must move quickly. Follow me, and keep quiet. If we are caught, my position and your lives will be forfeit and there will be no more aid coming.’ he urged them to follow him closely as he slunk through the corridors, passing many prisoners who were all fast asleep, definitely magic or poison was used in their slumber.

As the party followed Sage Aramis through a series of secret passages known only to a select few within the royal family. As they navigated through hidden corridors and trapdoors they met up with a younger cleric, one that looked more dubious and untrusting of the party.

‘This is Samaeus, he is one of my clerics who helped confirm that untruths were being spoken at the trial.’ Sage Aramis nodded towards the man. ‘He has collected your belongings and has sworn a vow of silence on the matter of your liberation.’ After another tense hour the party, Sage Aramis and Samaeus emerged in a secluded area outside the dungeon.

‘I don’t envy your position my friends and once they realise you have escaped I doubt that there will be anyone within a days travel that won’t know your name and appearance. You must be careful of who you trust and where you go but,’ he paused looking around the small gathering of trees that they found themselves in, ‘you must prove your innocence and uncover the truth behind the Red Lord’s disappearance. Investigate Brother Colin’s testimony as even I believed what he said to be true which troubles me.’

‘To clear your name you must find out who is truly responsible. I’ll do what I can from within the Council to buy you time, but you must act quickly. Good luck and may Tyr guide you to the Red Lord.’


Thanks for joining me for another night here at my tabletop. Don’t forget that this is still the beginning of this twenty four day adventure so we have many more miles to travel before we reach out destination. So don’t forget to come back daily so you don’t miss a thing and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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Brother Colin

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Tonight we follow the party as the story progresses to a hastily organised trial where the key opening speaker, Brother Colin, gives his testimony against the players. While the players know it false the rest of the audience appear to believe the Red Lord’s follower almost blindly. Will the party navigate through this trial unscathed or will they be destined to the block.

So sit down, prepare your speeches and let’s jump into tonight’s adventure!

Brother Colin

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Brother Colin – created Nightcafe.

The party have spent the last few days in a cell and waiting for their trial to come to fruition. Despite the heinous crimes that they have been accused of several Red cloaked clerics visit them with fresh food from the banquets outside as well as kind words. Yet their words do not reach their eyes as there is a dark accusation behind them, these worshippers of the Red Lords teachings are here to provide mercy and offer a second chance to the very people who stand accused of murdering their deity.

At dawn the party is brought before the Council of Sages, a stern and imposing group of wise and powerful individuals who oversee justice in the realm led by a high priest of Tyr. The grand hall is filled with onlookers, all eager to witness the trial of the alleged murderers of the Red Lord. The atmosphere is tense and charged with a mixture of curiosity and fear.

Despite the sombre nature of the gathering today the grand hall is richly decorated with tapestries and symbols of various deities, but most prominently, the crimson banners of the Red Lord hang in solemn silence. At the front, the Council of Sages sits behind a large, ornately carved wooden table, their expressions grave and contemplative. The accused stood in the centre, flanked by guards. The audience murmurs quietly, their whispers filling the hall with a hum of anticipation.

Brother Colin is called to the stand and with a glance at the party he moves to take his place. Not just a respected cleric of the Red Lord he was one of the people that came to give them food and comfort while they were held in the cells below; a true believer of mercy and the teachings of the Red Lord. He is a tall, gaunt man with a haggard look, clearly distressed by the recent events and exhausted. Clad in his crimson robes, he clutches a small book tightly as he approaches the stand. The head sage, an elderly woman with piercing blue eyes, motions for silence as Brother Colin begins his testimony.

‘Brothers and sisters,’ Brother Colin starts, his voice shaking slightly, ‘I stand before you with a heavy heart. the Red Lord, our beacon of mercy, hope and redemption, has been taken from us, and the Sacred Red Candle, our most sacred artefact which is a symbol of his eternal light, has vanished from our temple in Felmoore.’

He pauses, glancing at the party with a mixture of sorrow and accusation in his eyes, looking towards the head sage as if confirming if he was to continue which she indicated with a nod.

‘On the night of the disappearance, I was on my usual rounds within the temple. All was quiet, as it should be. But then, a strange and unsettling presence filled the sanctuary. I hurried to the altar, only to find the sacred Red Candle missing. The temple doors were ajar, and footprints led towards the city gates. The divine magic we used to trace the culprits pointed directly to these individuals,’ he says, gesturing towards the party.

The crowd gasps, and the murmurs grow louder.

‘I have served the Red Lord all my life, lived his messages and his teachings with every moment and I know his presence well. That night, it was as if a great silence had descended upon me, upon all of us. The candle, given by the Red Lord himself to his murder when he was mortal as his last act of forgiveness and second chances,’ he paused as he suppressed a sob, ‘is irreplaceable. Its loss has weakened our connection to him, and our prayers have gone unanswered since. Even the highest in our order can not reach him and our prayers to divine his safety, whereabouts and to connect with him have all indicated he is dead.’

Brother Colin’s voice grows stronger with conviction. ‘I beseech the Council and the good people present, to understand the gravity of this crime. These individuals must answer for their actions, and justice must be served to honour The Red Lord’s memory. These murders are beyond redemption and beyond second chances. They deserve not a second chance or one of redemption but the kindest mercy we can give them, a swift execution.’

As Brother Colin steps down, the weight of his words hangs heavy in the air. The party are called to come to the stand and to present their case. The challenge is now to disprove Brother Colin’s testimony and begin unravelling the truth behind the framing and the disappearance of the Red Lord. The trial is just beginning, and their fate hinges on their ability to navigate this perilous path of justice and deception.


Thanks for joining me for another night here at my tabletop. Don’t forget that this is technically day three of Dice-ember so we have a long way to go before this adventure concludes! So don’t forget to come back daily so you don’t miss a thing and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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The Missing Lord

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This week we kick off the dice-ember adventure strong with the Missing Lord which… is a misleading title and I’ll own that, but it does set the scene of the adventure and the objective for the party. The party are going about this business preparing for their own festivities as they are abruptly apprehended and… well the rest is soon to come.

So sit down, rug up with a seasonal beverage and let’s kick into tonight’s adventure!

The Missing Lord

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The Missing Lord – created in copilot and Nightcafe.

The party marvelled at what the markets this time of year with everything from clothes, weapons, potions, lotions, scented candles and more! As merchants hawked their wares and the public did the best to avoid being roped into another stall amongst the gathering noise and chaos there were moments of delight.

As party walked away with something new which they had spent their hard earned gold on they became increasingly aware of the hushed voices amongst the stalls. ‘Have you heard, the Red Lord’s missing. I heard it from a friend who cleans at the temple of Tyr and they know what’s happened. He’s dead, killed. A deity killed just like that. I suspect it’s a rival’ one muttered to the other hurriedly as if even speaking of the rumours was treason.

‘Dead? No, he’s abandoned us due to our wicked ways. I tolds’ ya, we need to show him that we are deserving! That’s why my house is covered in red cloths.’ one man barked a laugh but the mirth didn’t reach his eyes. It wasn’t the first time they had heard some of these rumours and the absence of the red-cloaked hymn singers was concerning as singing joyous choruses was part of the season. However there wasn’t a single one of the devout followers of the Red Lord.

As they neared a troupe of bards performing a classic named after the lesser deity of Judgement and Mercy, The Red Candle, they stopped and watched as someone sold chunks of charred vegetable and meat on a thin wooden stick. The play was about the first coming of the Red Lord, once a high priest of Tyr he grew tired of passing judgement on the wicked and naughty and instead he started to rule that mercy and second chances was best. His broken oath saw him thrown from the church but he dedicated the rest of his mortal life to forgiveness and mercy.

His teachings were widely received and soon vicious crimes were decreasing and especially when food was plenty, just after the harvest, he taught of celebration and mirth as the best way to spread his teachings. As his hair and beard grew long and white he began to wear a heft red cloak so that people could always find someone to defend them and to provide a second chance at mercy.

However he was eventually struck down by a deity who had been shunned, ignored and locked away. The Forgotten One, a deity of isolation and the pain of banishment was losing those who prayed to anyone who would listen to them when they were alone, banished or isolated and during the harvest festival where the now Red Lord used to share his table with any and all the isolated and banished were even welcome at the grand feasting tables.

Sick of the imposition into her domain she struck out and mortally wounded the man after taking the form of a one of the forgotten who was at his table. As the man lay dying he offered his murder, the Forgotten One, a candle as a sign of forgiveness. The candle instantly burnt bright and red casting back the illusion that the deity had cast upon herself and he ceased dying. Invigorated with divine magic he ascended to become the Red Lord who spread forgiveness and mercy to any and all.

As the crowd cheered on the performers are great procession of the kingdoms guards appeared with several clerics of Tyr amongst their midst. As they marched through the plaza they stopped in front of the party before calling them out. ‘You all are under arrest for the murder of the Red Lord. Your guilt has been divined and your evil deeds in silencing the season of forgiveness, mercy and mirth is undeniable. You are to come with us as you have been granted a trial by the teachings of the deity that you have murdered. If you try to escape or resist your guilt is sealed and your punishment will be decided. Come with us not peacefully, though many of us deem you not worthy of mercy.’

The party heard an audible gasp as the crowd of people around them had the message sunk in. They were innocent, they had no means or desire to kill a deity as powerful as the Red Lord and yet their guilt was already decided. As they were marched down the street with a dark metal cuff around their wrists chaining them together they wondered what had gone wrong. They had to clear their names publicly if they ever wanted to walk freely in civilisation again as they were accused of murdering hope and mercy itself.


Leading the charge into a rather large adventure we have the opening scene with a wrong conviction and long journey ahead to clear their name. Don’t forget that this is just the first week of Dice-ember and that we have a lot of content coming daily for the next few weeks. So don’t forge to come back daily so you don’t miss a thing and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Dice-ember 2024 Holiday Adventure!

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The first day of December means that I can start work on the Dice-ember 2024 Holiday Adventure! This year we have a pretty big one with over twenty additions to this years adventure. Tomorrow we start off with the larger plot for this adventure itself for all of December!

So sit down, grab a cup of seasonal beverage and let’s look at the theme for the next 25 days!

Dice-ember 2024 Holiday Adventure!

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Dice-ember 2024 Holiday Adventure – created in Nightcafe and co-pilot.

The world emitted a collective sigh as they prepared their homes with festive anticipation, as each town and village in civilised lands prepared for the grand celebrations of the Red Lord’s season of thanks and joy. Streets and homes had strips of red cloth drifting in the breeze calling for the Red Lord’s favour in this season. The air began to be filled with the smells of baking and smoking as they reaped the bounty of their harvest and preparations for not only the festivities but also for the seasons ahead.

It was traditionally a time when kindness reigned, and many humanoid races engaged in peaceful treaties so that their clans, families and people rested and took a moment to rest.

In the days leading up to the celebration, people would traditionally visit the grand temples dedicated to their gods and offered a small offering to The Red Lord, offering prayers and blessings so that they would be seen as fit for his favour and good will. His priests, clad in robes of crimson, would chant hymns of gratitude and hope, their voices resonating with the divine presence of The Red Lord.

Yet, as this holy season approached an unsettling silence began to creep into the gatherings of priests of The Red Lord. The priests’ once vibrant chants grew quieter, their connection to The Red Lord fading inexplicably. Whispers of concern spread through the congregation as prayers went unanswered and the offerings of baked goods and mead left unconsumed.

The joyous preparations continued outwardly, but a shadow of doubt lingered in the hearts of the civilised worlds. Families gathered around hearths and shared their worries in hushed tones, wondering why the priests had stopped singing loudly. Despite the decorations of celebration an unspoken fear gnawed at the edges of their celebration.

Rumours on the streets continue for the next few days and eventually the Red Lord’s priests have disappeared entirely. Several priests from other religions appear to be frantically visiting the town hall where hushed whispers speak of missing gods, dark tidings and a potential murder in the cities midst.


Thanks for joining me for the start of this his adventure. It’s going to be a big one and I’m excited for where this is going! Don’t forget to come back each day this week as we create the first section of this adventure with two more sections to go over the weeks continue. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Prince Tarley of Karne

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Tonight we meet Prince Tarley of Karne in a better circumstance than the meeting hall where he spoke against the quarrelling nobles. However, despite his confidence in the party from who he trusts completely he can’t help but doubt that they may not be able to achieve what he, and the kingdom, need them to.

So let’s sit back, grab a coffee and let’s go for a ride.

Prince Tarley of Karne

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Prince Tarley of Karne – created by Copilot.

The road away from the Village of Chupak where he left some of his forces to help with the defence of the city while one of his spies, C’tik, led the adventurers deeper into the jungle. It wasn’t that he doubted his men’s re solve at defending the farming village or in the parties ability to keep their word. No the reports that he had heard had indicated that the force that was approaching Chupak were much smaller than what was initially reported.

He pondered while Steve, his faithful riding horse kept pace with his guard as they head back to the capital. He didn’t like brooding, he hated that archetype of being a broody prince and would fight against it if he could but he found himself dwelling on the situation in silence.

‘Sire,’ a tentative voice from Pious, one of the spies that attended his escort as a guard. ‘You’re brooding…’ the man teased with a knowing smirk.

‘Something doesn’t add up. C’tik has never been wrong before and yet the other reports of the force marching on Chupak indicate that he was. I don’t doubt our men, or my men that I sent into the heart of the jungle but something feels off.’ he said as he looked behind him at the wall of green indicating the edge of the jungle and beyond.

‘We can send in Toby if you’d like. To trail those adventurers to make sure that they keep up their end of the bargain. He is likely the only one who can remain concealed from C’tik.’ Pious offered.

Nodding in agreement he gave the order to send in Toby, one of his most skilled spies and scouts. ‘It’s not them I am doubtful about.’ the prince mused as he turned back to the road and continued on the road back home.

C’tik – Created in Nightcafe.

C’tik moved nimbly over the logs as he led the adventurers deeper into the woods stopping only to ensure that their passage was not discovered by the denizens of the swamp, yet. As he waited for the too noisy, too clumsy and too slow people the prince had trusted he waited and watched. He could see the signs of life all around them, drag marks from a crocodile taking something into the pond, tracks of monkeys and deer, birds and poisonous plants that littered the area.

This was his home, his place which he had been exiled from a very long time ago when he was deemed not strong enough to be with the other lizardfolk. He had tried to prove his worth by attacking a heavily guarded caravan with his other clutch-mates but he ended up captured and they, dead. He still remembers the ultimatum that he had been offered, be bound to the man they referred to as “Sire” or die after they had gotten the information out of him.

He still felt shame from how easily the location, numbers and methods of his tribe fell from his lips, clumsily, as the sorcerer that travelled with this “Sire” had understood what he had said, to some degree at least. But with execution and feeding the other warriors with his flesh being the alternative he chose life and bonded with the man called “Sire”.

He had lived a good life working for the man, using his skills and knowledge of the jungle to find bandits, armies, places or things for the man and it wasn’t until he met Her that things changed. Now he had a chance to get back what he had, a second chance at redemption, a regeneration of his reptilian nature that he could not pass up.

Crouching he felt the presence of the people behind him and he held back from lashing out with his tainted blades. Soon, he told himself as he looked back at them with his practiced human expression of a smile. ‘We will be there soon and then orders are over.’ he said as he pointed deeper into the jungle towards the great ziggurat where she waited. One so powerful as to remove the compulsion of blind loyalty to “Sire” and to fill it with hope and a sense of home instead.

Soon his orders would be over.

A big one is coming about this week with his adventure as we bring in another layer of complexity, betrayal and an overwhelming sense of hope from the most unlikely of places. However, it’s not the end to this weeks adventure and we have several more nights left to expand and shape the adventure. So don’t forget to come back each night this week as we expand the adventure, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

The Reptilian Regeneration

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This weeks adventure takes us into the heart of the Gremire Jungle where trouble is brewing and a group called the Reptilian Regeneration is surging to power. As local lands fall will the party be able to put an end to the dark rituals that are making the jungle more feral with primal energy.

So sit down, take a load off while the coffee brews and let’s kick into tonight’s adventure!

The party has heard rumours of a sudden and alarming rise in the power and influence of a previously unremarkable tribe of lizardfolk. Whispers of dark rituals, ancient magic, and the appearance of an enigmatic leader have spread across the land. The lizardfolk, now calling themselves the Reptilian Regeneration, have begun to conquer nearby territories, and their ambitions seem limitless.

The party is contacted by a desperate coalition of local leaders who seek their help in stopping the Lizardfolk and this Reptilian Regeneration. The coalition provides the party with intelligence about a sacred artefact called the Heart of the Serpent, believed to be the source of the lizardfolk’s newfound power. The artefact is said to be housed in the depths of the lizardfolk’s ancient temple, located in the heart of the swamp.

Will the party manage to thwart the Lizardfolk’s Dominion over the jungle and restore peace to the land, or will they fall to the might and cunning of the lizardfolk warriors and their ancient, mystical powers?

The Reptilian Regeneration

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The Reptilian Regeneration – created in nightcafe.

The voices raised louder in the hall as another mayor from a local village stood to argue with the current speaker. The party had been invited here, practically begged by a previous client who had hired them to save his kingdom. The prince sat cloaked and in riding leathers instead of his normal attire. It was an exceedingly poor disguise if the party were asked for their feedback on it earlier. But instead the prince sat and shook with anger as the men in the room blamed one another, screaming and frothing at their mouths as if they were infected with the primal rage instead of those attacking their villages.

‘What idiocy led to this? You ordered your villagers to cut into the Gremire jungle to make way for your crops and to sell the wood to fuel your greed!’ one of the mayors spat. He had lost half is village when the attacks happened and he had every right to be angry about it.

‘Me? What brought about this accusations? As I said we need to mount a defence and I am simply stating that Chupak falls then this,’ he paused to emphasise the name with air quotations, ‘Reptilian Regeneration cultists will have free reign over the all the villages to the west.’ this drew the concerned utterance of agreement from several of such village mayors who were present.

As the opponents face darkened to a near unholy shade of red the prince had enough. ‘Are you quite done squabbling like children?’ he snapped, the room went quiet as the men’s rage both turned to him in an instant.

‘How dare you, a visitor to this gathering question this assembly of distinguished mayors.’ the red faced man spat back. The prince took this moment to throw back his hood and to stand from his seat. The room went quiet and the recognition of shock was evident in a moment.

‘These are my families lands and by right of my title I do dare.’ he politely and calmly said as he watched the colour and heat drain from the faces of those gathered. ‘The lizardfolk, this Reptilian Regeneration has to be stopped. It’s already taken too much of our peoples livelihoods and lives and we can’t sit by and watch. Now I have had my personal spies go into the heart of their territory and we have some intel.’ he paused to look at the party.

‘They are led by a shaman of unknown power who is harnessing the power of the Heart of the Serpent.’ he paused with the expected blank faces from all those present. ‘This artefact has the power to destroy us all as it attempts to summon the deities, the gods that these lizardfolk’s worship. They must be stopped.’

‘We’re saved! The prince has brought the royal army with him!’ a man at the back of the room exclaimed as he jumped up causing a chorus of cheers.

‘I have not brought the army. Instead I have brought a party of adventurers who have proven themselves to me and the crown in the past as exemplary warriors, sages and scouts. But they can’t do it alone. I have a request of each of you. Support Chupak and wage an offensive, cut and burn the jungle down immediately near it. My scouts also reported that there is a sizeable enemy force moving in that direction as we speak and if we can distract them long enough my men,’ he gestured to the party, ‘are to sneak in and relieve the Heart of the Serpents from this cult.’

‘I will have some of the army meet us at the village and to sure up the defences but our first and only priority should be their jungle fortress.’ he paused as he watched fear, uncertainty and once again anger appear in the faces of the mayors.


Now I think that’s a pretty big adventure for this weeks one shot, and for the last weekly oneshot for the year. The next few weeks marks the descent to December and Christmas where I have another (hopefully!) Fantastic Holiday oneshot planned. But before we get to that let’s not forget about this weeks adventure as we expand it daily from here on out. So don’t forget to come back each day to stay up to date with this adventure and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Lillia and Laurence

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Tonight we meet two NPCs for this week, Lillia and Laurence. The daughter of Rhiktor and the orchestrator of the, now confirmed, kidnapping. However there is more than meets the eye with this as its more than just a simple ransoming of a wealthy family.

So let’s sit back, grab a coffee and plan out this wild goose chase.

Lillia And Laurence

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Lillia Shroud – created in Nightcafe.

The room was dimly lit with several candles and a single thick-paned window where the cold morning light was able to come in. Lillia was relatively comfortable and despite the roughness of the gag and bag that was shoved over her head she had been looked after rather well by her abductors. She had regular meals, had her privacy respected and wasn’t beaten despite the looks of pure distain on the faces of her captors.

It had been a few days since she had rushed to confront the aggressors at her home and since then they had made it clear that they did not want money, power or to blackmail her father. Now she had been born into nobility and Lillia had been taught the part her family played from an early age and she believed it was clear to what these people wanted. They wanted her father to act out and to use his somewhat new condition to seek revenge and get the vengeance that he desired against those that had captured her.

If her father acted rashly and released the monster that they all thought he was then it would be the end of him, his situation and his family. They would be hunted and destroyed by every hunter, adventurer cleric and paladin a like. They had tolerated his affliction since he kept it in check and was a model citizen, however, the moment that he slipped it would be the end of him.

Laurence – Created in Nightcafe.

The door opening at the end of the room startled her and she turned to see who she had assumed was the leader of the people that held her captive. “Now let’s not pretend to overlook that you’re an educated young lady and that you’d be well aware of what our objective is.” the man said as he walked in. “You can call me Father Laurence and I am the head of this little endeavour to call out your father.”

“You want him to come and get me.” she replied straigthening out her dress.

“Yes, that is the plan and he is proving to be remarkably resilient.” Laurence replied as he grabbed a tray of food and a tankard of water and brought it in to put down on the table in front of her. The food was hot but not lavish but she was still sceptical that it wasn’t poisoned or tainted.

“You want us run out, to be no longer influential.” she continued looking at the man, a cleric of some kind. “And I suppose that the food is tainted as a fail safe so when I am rescued by my father that it wont matter?”

“Not quite. I have no reason to harm you, you are pure and human. I care not for your families noble status and I hope that you can continue to make the right decisions and a positive influence in this city. However,” he paused as he looked back towards her as he left the room. “I do hope that your father appears soon so we can get rid of that abomination and in the name of our lord see his evil kind removed from our midst.” his eyes nearly glowed with the conviction of his words as he closed the door behind him.

Thanks for visiting for another night here at my tabletop. Don’t forget that we will continue to expand this adventure each night this week so don’t forget to come back tomorrow for more and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Unholy Displeasure

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This week the party have the unfortunate privilege at being called to dinner with, a most unfortunately noble who has an unholy displeasure that he wants sorted. It turns out that Rhiktor Shroud’s daughter has gone missing and he has requested adventurers to come and help him find her. But Rhiktor isn’t a normal noble…

So sit down, take a load off while the coffee brews and let’s kick into tonight’s adventure!

Unholy Displeasure

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Rhiktor Shroud – created in nightcafe.

As the parties entered the nobles mansion the furniture, tapestries other decorations stuck out to the party as something that only the very rich could afford. Excited for the prospect of a probably easy pay ticket they followed the dapper young man who was a house-servant to the noble.

“My Lord has been locked away in the feast hall for days as he is anxious on his daughters return. I do hope that you can finally help return his treasure” the man, Donevan, said as he walked towards a large set of double doors. “You see his daughter has a bit of a temper and when she heard what the locals were saying about the family she did not take it well. The next time she heard the rocks hitting the windows of the estate she flew out in a fury and we suspect she was taken by the assailants.” he paused as his hands rested on the door handles.

“I don’t believe that it was the villagers, but Lord Shroud has his beliefs set firmly on the matter. He has lived for many years under the prejudice of those around him and his daughters disappearance has finally worn him down. He is a just can kind master but be warned, his daughter doesn’t get her temper from her mother.”

The party were then let into the feasting hall which could easily fit fifty people around the massive table in the middle of the room. As they walked through into the room a large dark chair could be seen at the end of the table where candles were the only source of light, the curtains were closed against the doors and except for a faint breeze from where they suspected some windows lay the room was silent.

The door closed behind them which caused them to startle before a voice, cold and intelligent came from the other side of the room. “I am ashamed that you would get to meet me in such a state. I am normally a much more lively host but I can not find the warmth since my daughter went missing.” the owner of the voice moved towards the chair. “Please come and sit with me, I do not wish to raise my voice for it to cover this cold hall and would much prefer your company closer.” the man, Rhiktor, sat down in the dark chair as he beaconed them to come closer, pouring some wine into glass goblets.

His complexion was pale, very pale and his features were tired as he looked towards the party. “My name is Rhiktor Shroud but please call me Rhiktor my new friends. You may have heard rumours about me from the village and I can confirm that, most of them are untrue. However,” he paused as the party drew closer, the candles flickering across his face made him look much older, much colder than his voice and his words portrayed. “the rumours of my condition are true.”

He was a vampire. They had heard it from the villagers as they had arrived and many had spoken, well of him to some degree but there was a strong sense of fear from most and seething hatred from some. But the rumours had him as some sick depraved creature not the gentleman before them. “Despite my condition I do love my child dearly, I have not been afflicted for long and she and my wife are the all I have of my humanity. My wife now has not let my daughters room as she is grieving.” he paused to sip from the wine. “I do hope you can help find my daughter. The villagers, the ones who have attacked my staff and damaged my house. I believe they have taken her but I am yet to receive a ransom notice. So I assume the worst. Please, find her and bring her back”


Thanks for joining me tonight for a bit of a different one. Toward the start of the year we had a missing princess so the format isn’t too unfamiliar but this one is a different once again. Something where the consequence of disappointing a king could pale in comparison of disappointing this noble. As always I will continue to expand the adventure each day this week, so make sure to come back for the second last weekly adventure of the year! Don’t forget to come back again tomorrow to explore Rkiktor and Zaahra and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe