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Aleris and Sable

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The categorist Aleris and Sable, her Raven, are the caretakers of one of the many vaults in the eyeless spire and it was under their apprentices watch that the talisman went missing. But something feels off to the party.

So grab a coffee, some parchment for notes as we delve into tonight’s adventure!

Aleris and Sable

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Aleris and Sable – Created in WordPress.

The Eyeless Spire loomed above the rooftops like a silent windowless sentinel, which is where it got its name the eyeless spire. Its smooth black stone broken only by narrow slits where birds flew in and out of delivering packages and messages. The streets around it were quieter than the markets, but still alive with the hum of people, commerce and of course, the magical beasts that called this city home. The flicker of wards and telepathic communication was everywhere and for some in the party the sense was dizzying.

Inside the spire, the air carried the faint scent of parchment, candle wax and dust. The party were recognised quickly and were shown to a room on the seventh floor where Aleris Quall, clerk of the Eyeless Spire, was waiting for them and tapping her foot nervously. She was a slender half-elf with silver hair pulled neatly back, she wore deep blue robes that matched the ink stains on her fingers. Behind her desk, piles of scrolls and ledgers were stacked with impossible precision, yet a small tray of half-finished letters hinted at how quickly the day’s events had unsettled her.

‘You met Sable,’ she began, her voice calm but strained. The black raven was perched on the back of her chair, feathers puffed and eyes darting around the room. ‘He’s usually the most dependable creature I’ve ever worked with. Since last night, however…’ She trailed off, glancing at the bird, who tilted his head sharply as if to cut her off and daring her to go further.

Aleris leaned forward, lowering her voice. ‘You may suspect why I’ve asked for you to come here. The Charm of Concord has been stolen. It’s no mere ornament or trinket. Without it, the bonds between familiars, magical beasts and their masters weaken with each passing moon. You may have noticed it already that the beasts, magical and otherwise,’ she gestured at Sable, ‘are acting strange. The Charm of Concord’s missing that’s why the beasts in the city are behaving strangely. If it isn’t recovered quickly, the situation will worsen.’ she hesitated again before adding. ‘My apprentice Yasil, he was meant to be looking after it in the vault that we manage but he didn’t show up for handover this morning and I only found his leather satchel next to where the talisman was kept. Emphasis on was as it was missing when I found the bag.’

She explained that the talisman had been kept in the academy’s reliquary, protected by layers of wards and guarded by herself, Yasil and their familiars. Whoever took it bypassed those defences without leaving a trace. The theft, she was certain, had happened less than a day ago when she entrusted its safe keeping to Yasil. She slid a folded writ across the desk, marked with the seal of the Eyeless Spire. ‘This will give you the right to investigate. I can promise you payment and the gratitude of the academy… but above all, if this is not resolved soon, Ashford-on-Weir will not be safe for anyone mage or mundane.’

Before dismissing them, Aleris gave the names of others who might offer insight. Master Othran Vey, the proud and tight-lipped Headmaster of the academy, had been quick to insist the matter remain ‘internal.‘ Serra Greenwhistle, keeper of the city’s draybeasts, had been struggling with animals refusing to work and attacking their handlers. And a boy named Fennik, a nimble-fingered street urchin who haunted the alleyways near the market, had claimed to see “small shadows” moving together at night — though he was more likely to speak for a coin than for free. She also mentioned when Sable wasn’t listening, that she had requested the city guard find Yasil as so far, he was the suspect for the theft but something felt off about his disappearance.

Outside her office window, the sun was already beginning its descent towards the horizon, the streets below long in shadow. Somewhere in those streets, the trail of the Charm of Concord was growing colder.

Thanks for visiting tonight for another update for this weeks adventure. Don’t forget to come back the last few nights this week to make sure that you don’t miss anything that happens with this adventure. And, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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Catch up – a wild week and the river serpent

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Catch up – a wild week and the river serpent

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It’s been a wild week and while I take some time to reflect on what a whirl wind it’s been.

First the river spirit is meant to be something that holds grudges. Like its currents, the memories it holds run deep and cut into stone cementing in the the wrongs, the loss and the broken promises of those who rely on its good will. Much like a busy week, or year in fact, a The river doesn’t really forget and neither does it always forgive. This week is a bit like that, I can feel it watching silently and waiting for another chance to drag me away from what really matters as I hold onto the loss of motivation, the broken promises to myself and the frantic need to catch up with what I missed out on.

Sometimes its just the stress that bursts its bank and then it feels like there is a hungry serpent ready to devour you, take what it feels like its owed without any bargaining of mercy.

The children kind of represent the unfinished stories, the blog that I have. Starting this week a few days late (not being able to post the pre-written blog updates due to transit and work) and then trying to catch up to maintain the pace was a bit of a stress. This sense of loss, a voice silenced and the crushing need to complete what I promised myself that threatens to drag me under kind of drove the inspiration for the twins this week.

The end of the week saw the Spirit revealing itself, a realisation and confrontation of what I had left on my plate, what I wanted to achieve and also what I had waiting for me in this week. I am a man that can not juggle but I am quickly finding that the eggs that I have been frantically trying to keep airborne are hatching into chickens – something that is confronting and a bit of an emotional reckoning of perhaps I don’t have all my hens in a row.

This post marks the end of a week that is finishing, the beginning of a new one where I am still behind. But, some ground has been made and its not as dire as the week before. But its probably a call out to look after myself and take it a bit slower when I can – the week or year even is not over.

The last notes for this weeks adventure of turbulence, the feeling of overwhelmed drive to complete a promise to myself to post a blog entry every day of the year this year as well as maintain work and personal relationships. It’s realising that I, at my centre, am a creature of routine, habit and trust that things will work out. This week like the silver key is kind of reflecting that my routine was smashed and lost for a bit there beneath the rapids.

Something that I am very proud of is the nights that I write in a row and rarely, if ever, do I post something in the past. But with the problems trying to upload this week while travelling with bad data connection I found myself stuck. The format had broken, the routine dashed and work was piling up. So to give myself a break I stopped for a few days and resigned myself to fixing it once home. And so the frantic week has come to the end with me returning to some kind of routine.

Tonight was a bit of a different pace. Reflecting on what made me write this adventure, re-write parts and expand it to what it is now I can see how my own work-week and life is reflected in the adventures I create on here. There is potentially something to say when I look at the more grim-dark adventures that I post occasionally. If you like this reflecting addition to the end of the week, let me know as it was actually a bit of fun as a very reflective individual at work it’s not that much of a stretch to do it at my table either. So thanks for dropping by, don’t forget that we have another week of adventure just around the corner and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Where the River Watches

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Now for the next Zine of the year I present, in single page zine format, Where the River Watches. I still believe that these provide DMs a lot more freedom to tinker with it how they want and open up the adventures to be more free formed and flowing than the larger booklet zines.

There is references to the blog nights which are D&D centric but it can easily use the adversary stat-blocks highlighted in Friday nights post if you’re running Daggerheart. 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, Where the River Watches, and that all your rolls are made with advantage.

Where the River Watches

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Where the River Watches – Created in copilot.

The Riverfall Harvest Festival began as it always had, with villagers gathering along the banks to paint lanterns with symbols of luck and abundance. The air was warm with autumn’s breath, and the sky bloomed with light as glowing orbs drifted upward like stars born of celebration. But this year, something went wrong. As the party stood beside Mayor Talia Reed and Elder Rinn, honoured guests for past deeds, a gasp rippled through the crowd. A sacred silver lantern, central to the ceremony, was struck mid-air by a blazing orb that tore across the sky like a falling star. It collided with a flash and plummeted into the river’s rapids, its light vanishing downstream. The festival ended not in joy but in silence. A search party scoured the river’s edge through the night, but by morning, the lantern was gone. Mayor Reed, pragmatic and concerned, summoned the adventurers again, this time with a promise of gold. Elder Rinn, heavy with old knowledge, warned that the lantern was no mere decoration. It carried a key bound to the river spirit itself, and if not recovered, the balance between tradition and nature could unravel.

Later, Elder Rinn stood over a recovered lantern, its frame still bound to the totem strings that had guided it home. His hands trembled as he traced its surface, revealing a silver feather that shimmered with moonlight. This relic, unlike the one lost to the river, held a feather rather than a key. Rinn explained that it was a tangible piece of the village’s pact with the river spirit, a bond outsiders could not fully grasp. Though the party had come to help, Rinn remained skeptical, warning that the river does not forget and that the fallen lantern was a sign of imbalance. As tensions rose, two children, Amal and Jessa, were seen eavesdropping before fleeing into the village. Mayor Reed revealed their tragic connection to the river, having lost their parents to its depths. She believed they still remembered, even if they could not understand the full truth. Rinn’s tone softened as he urged the party to recover the key before it fell into the wrong hands. The spirit, he warned, could restore what was lost, but at a terrible cost. Wishes twisted into shadows, and the river’s gifts came with a price. If the party truly wished to help, they must act not for reward but for the village’s survival.

At dawn, the party set out to investigate the lantern’s disappearance, beginning with Mayor Reed’s suggestion to find Amal and Jessa. Their search through Riverfall yielded nothing, and only after leaving the village did they encounter Jessa, battered and breathless, pointing silently toward the lake. She led them through treacherous terrain along the river, where villagers placed offerings into the water in solemn ritual. At the lake’s edge, Jessa collapsed from exhaustion but indicated a raft that had been dragged ashore. She gestured that something had gone wrong while she and Amal were on the lake. The party searched the area and found only one of Amal’s shoes, but just as they prepared to deliver the grim news, Amal emerged from the water, soaked and silent, holding a silver key wrapped in a reed. His voice was not his own, but something ancient and echoing. He repeated a chilling phrase about tribute and debt, and the river’s current began to reverse, flowing in the direction of his steps.

As Amal walked toward the village, nature itself seemed to recoil. Birds fell silent, a bear fled in fear, and the river followed him like a tide drawn to the moon. The party remembered Elder Rinn’s warning—the key was meant to seal a lock, not release it. When Amal entered Riverfall, the villagers froze. Rinn collapsed, pale and shaken, confirming what none dared speak. The river spirit had broken free and now walked among them. Word spread quickly as Amal wandered the outskirts of the village, the key clutched to his chest and moonlight glinting off his soaked clothes. The townsfolk began to fracture. Some whispered of sacrifices, others spoke of fleeing. And through the eyes of a lost boy, the river watched everything unfold.

Amal stood at the river’s edge, staring into its turbulent surface before turning to the party and his sister. He spoke only once, ‘The river awakes’, and the water fell silent. Moonlight shimmered across the surface like silver thread, and then the river bulged outward as if something immense stirred beneath. A low hum vibrated through the stones, resonating in the bones of those nearby like a primal warning. From the depths, a serpentine creature emerged, its snout rising ten feet above the surface, its body flowing like a living current. Scales shimmered in blues and silvers, casting shifting light across the riverbank. Its head was smooth and eyeless, reflecting the moonlight in swirling patterns, while glowing runes pulsed along its spine in rhythm with the night sky.

Water streamed from its form as it rose, towering above the party, cloaked in a sheen like sacred vestments. Mist curled from its breath, thick with the scent of stone and ancient offerings. The river followed its movements, drawn to it like a tide to the moon. In its presence, the world seemed to shrink, hushed beneath its gaze. It spoke not with words but with echoes and rumblings that filled the minds of nearby villagers, who began to repeat strange phrases. Amal echoed his earlier warning, but the message darkened. He spoke of tribute, of a debt to be paid in flesh and spirit, of the river’s hunger and freedom. It was not a threat but a promise, a force awakened by broken tradition. And as it loomed behind Amal, it watched the party, waiting.

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Thanks for joining me today for another adventure. 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. Don’t forget to come back daily so you don’t miss a thing in the coming weeks adventures. And as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
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The River Spirit

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Tonight we greet the River Spirit, powerful, commanding and dangerous. This creature commands the waterways near and around Riverfall and always demands a price for what it gives – and today it’s demanding payment.

So grab a coffee, maybe a net…? as we meet the River spirit in tonight’s encounter!

The River Spirit

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The River Spirit – Created in Copilot.

As Amal stood by the river and stared at the raging surface he turned to look at the party and his sister, Jessa, before uttering a single sentence. ‘The river awakes.’ and with that the river went still.

Moonlight rippled across the surface like silver thread across a mirror, and without warning the water bulged outward as if something vast stirred beneath. A low hum vibrated through the stones underfoot, resonating in the bones of every onlooker like a primordial call to nature itself. A warning of something to come, a herald of doom.

Then it rose.

A serpentine mass breached the surface, easily ten feet at its snout, its body undulating like a living current. Scales shimmered with iridescent blues and silvers, each one catching the moonlight and refracting it in shifting patterns across the riverbank. Its head, elongated and eel-like, bore no eyes only a smooth, glistening surface where reflections danced like eddies and whirlpools that caught the light like the scales of a fish under the waves. Faint runes pulsed along its spine and side, glowing in rhythm with the moon overhead.

Water cascaded from its form as it coiled upward, towering above the party as a deep sheen of water covered its body like a sacred vestment. Its breath , if it needed to breathe, sent mist curling through the air, thick with the scent of wet stone and ancient offerings. Where it moved, the river followed, drawn to it like a tide to the moon. And in its presence, the world felt quieter, smaller, like nothing before it mattered under its gaze and within its coils.

Then it spoke, not in words, but in layered echoes an rumblings that filled the minds of several villagers who began to repeat the same incoherent phrases repeatedly. A voice like rushing water and cracking rocks that spoke of the forces of nature, the life force of the spirit itself. It was then that Amal began to recite what he had first said to the party, but as he continued it changed, now something darker and more foreboding.

‘It rises with the moon. It will claim its tribute and the debt be settled. A tithe to be paid to the river itself, one of flesh and spirit and the river will be free once again to carve through this land.’ It was not a threat but a promise. It did not plead but it was simply a force of nature, bound by ritual, awakened by broken tradition and hungry like the flood consuming land and souls before it.

And it was waiting as it gazed at the party from just behind Amal.

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D&D Statblock for River Sprit – created in Tetra-cube.

Thanks for visiting tonight for another set of updates for this weeks adventure. Don’t forget to come back over the weekend for more updates and lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Riverfall Crossing

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Tonight we have the encounter being set up around the Riverfall Crossing where we have something rather ancient and dangerous crawling out of the water. But that’s giving away something for tomorrow nights blog.

So grab a coffee, maybe an umbrella as we check out tonight’s map!

Riverfall Crossing

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Riverfall Crossing – Created in Inkarnate.

The village of Riverfall is split in two by the rapid river which will swiftly whisk away anything that falls within. The south of the river is where the fruit orchards grows with several buildings purpose built to house those that tend to them, or, to store the harvest from the trees.

To the north there are more buildings consisting of logs, mud and reeds that come from the river bank which house more of the villagers that make use of the rivers themselves.

Several large rocks are scattered in the river which are spaced close enough to hop across for the daring or foolish. However, they are slippery and many people have had to be rescued from the river after slipping on a slimy rock.

Thanks for joining for another map night this week. Don’t forget that we have a few more nights left this week so make sure to come back each day to see what I add to this adventure. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Elder Rinn

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The elder Rinn has concerns about the parties motivation to helping the village and especially when it was revealed that the river spirit is potentially involved. But despite his concerns the mayor enlists the parties help to recover the lantern and suggests talking to two orphans in the village to find out what they know.

So grab a coffee, maybe some food to go as we kick off into tonight’s adventure!

Elder Rinn

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The Elder Rinn stood over a silver lantern that they had managed to recover as they floated back down upon the strings that bound them to the totems that they were lashed to. As his weathered fingers trembling as he traced the remnants of the lantern while the other hand finished removing the woven reeds from around teh frame. ‘This was one of the sacred ones much like the one we lost to the river,’ he murmured, voice low and taut. ‘The other one held a key of sorts while this one held a feather.’ he said as he brought out a silver feather that seemed to shimmer with moonlight. ‘They are not just symbolic, but real relics of this villages past.’

He paused for some time as he sat down to watch the parties. ‘The key that was lost was bound to the river spirit itself. Not something that outsiders would know or care about’ The party exchanged uneasy glances. The party hadn’t known about the history of the ritual just that the festival itself was a highlight for many nearby villages and the people that called them home. Mayor Talia Reed stepped forward, her tone firm but sympathetic. ‘They didn’t mean harm, Rinn. They’re here to help.’

Rinn’s gaze lingered on the adventurers, his eyes like moss-covered stone, ancient and unmoving. ‘Help,’ he echoed, bitterly. ‘Outsiders always say that. But the river doesn’t forget. That lantern was part of the pact. Its fall is a warning to all those that take from it.’ Regardless how the party tried to explain the old druid was unconvinced until Rinn raised a hand to silence them. ‘If the spirit awakens fully, it may offer what fools crave most: restoration. But its power is not ours to wield.’ The tumbling of a pot from outside heralded eavesdroppers.

Two small figures darted away; bare feet slapping against the wooden board and mud that made up most of the walkways in the village. ‘Amal and Jessa’. The mayor sighed as he looked to the party. ‘They’re orphans,’ she said softly. ‘Lost their parents to the river two years ago. Jessa barely speaks. Amal… he’s not the same since he came back.’ Her voice faltered. ‘They listen because they remember. Even if they don’t understand.’

‘You must find the key before it’s claimed by something that doesn’t know the bargain that is demanded.’ Rinn’s expression shifted. Less suspicion now and more one filled with sorrow. ‘The river spirit can bring back the lost,’ he said, almost to himself. ‘But it doesn’t distinguish between soul and shadow and it always takes a price without asking. If the key is found by one who seeks only reunion, it may twist that wish into something else.’ He turned to the party. ‘If you indeed only do care to help us then you must find it before someone else does. Not for power. Not for glory. But to keep the balance.’

Mayor Reed nodded. ‘We’ll support you, and I know that you need to make a living as well.’ she said with a look at elder Rinn, ‘The villagers will too, once they see your intent.’ She looked toward the door where the children had fled. ‘Start with them. Jessa dreams in symbols. Amal… he’s drawn to the river. They may already be part of this.’

Outside, the moon hung low over Riverfall, casting silver light across the wheatfields and orchards that surrounded the river and its stones.

Thanks for visiting tonight for another update for this weeks adventure. Don’t forget to come back the last few nights this week to make sure that you don’t miss anything that happens with this adventure. And, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Cleveral’s Environments

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The pattern the past few weeks finds us investigating the environments for our adventure and tonight is no different as we investigate Cleveral’s Environments for this weeks adventure in Daggerheart setting.

So sit back, grab a coffee or preferred choice of drink as we scout out tonight’s adventure!

Cleveral’s Environments

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Aligning with some of the rules for this week’s zine, Cleardraw Conspiracy, we have two environments from the daggerheart SRD. These should cover two of the main areas we find our party in this week.

The temple to Auronel or Vorthunn fits the bill for a Hallowed Temple pretty well. A place of healing and guidance the party starting their investigation here with the Summers Clasp group.

The Cult Ritual fits, obviously, the Imiriel’s lost church where the ritual is occurring to rip out Carlo’s divine favour by the fallen High priests.

The above environment Stat blocks were sourced from the Daggerheart System Reference Document 1.0 and are the copyright of DRP, Darrington Press, who are the creators of the material (Adversary Stat Blocks). This content was not modified is licensed under the DRP Community Gaming License which can be found here: Darrington Press CGL.

Thanks for joining me tonight for a little expansion for this weeks encounter where we look deeper at some of the environments for the Daggerheart RPG system. Don’t forget to come back tomorrow for the start of a new week of adventure and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Cleardraw Conspiracy

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Now for the next Zine of the year I present, in single page zine format, Cleardraw Conspiracy. I still believe that these provide DMs a lot more freedom to tinker with it how they want and open up the adventures to be more free formed and flowing than the larger booklet zines.

There is references to the blog nights which are D&D centric but it can easily use the adversary stat-blocks highlighted in Friday nights post if you’re running Daggerheart. 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, Cleardraw Conspiracy, and that all your rolls are made with advantage.

Cleardraw Conspiracy

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Cleardraw Conspiracy – Created in Copilot

Through the twilight-shrouded streets of Cleveral, the city mourned beneath banners of sacred blue and gold, honoring Carlo Cleardraw, the twice-blessed hero thought to be unshakable. His funeral procession moved with solemn reverence, petals and prayers scattered for the man who had been a beacon against darkness and a voice of divine purpose. But as the procession reached the temple of Auronel and the coffin was placed at the altar, its lid split open after a bearer’s faltering grip, and the impossible was revealed. The coffin was empty.

Confusion and panic erupted within the temple’s sanctum as divine wards sealed the mourners inside. The high priest, stunned but steadfast, declared that Carlo’s death defied divine law; no illness nor blade should have taken him. Within the casket lay only a trace of ash and a pale blue feather, an echo of Auronel’s presence, sacred and ominous. Whispers stirred that Carlo had not died, but vanished through means older and stranger than death itself. In the feather’s glow and the priest’s trembling voice, the room breathed an unrest no prayer could soothe.

Within the temple’s quiet chambers, three casket bearers met with the party, worn from travel, heavy with memory. Tharen, the seasoned warrior, spoke of Carlo’s recent heroism; Brenna, the dwarf rogue, shared her sorrow at his unwavering belief in her. And Elaric, the older cleric, recounted a strange wound delivered in battle, one he had dismissed until now. Their recollections spiralled into guilt, suspecting that they should have seen the signs. But Elaric’s pious serenity began to crack, and the party felt unease settle like dust. Something in his tale did not align with Carlo’s fate.

That fracture split open when Brenna, consumed by fury, dragged Elaric before the group. She accused him of betrayal—that he had delivered Carlo into a trap masked as divine mandate. Elaric confessed to being manipulated by Imiriel’s high priests, who claimed Carlo’s blessings endangered cosmic balance. Twisting silence into duty, they had convinced him sacrifice was necessary. His remorse was deep, his gods distant, and his faith shaken. As Brenna hurled a prayer crystal and Carlo’s journal at his feet, Elaric’s grief turned to resolve.

The journal revealed Carlo’s final thoughts, a warning and a plea, hinting at knowledge beyond his fate. Elaric read the words and begged for redemption, offering to lead the party to Carlo’s prison beneath Imiriel’s church. A single feather descended as he knelt, a soft seal of divine acknowledgment, not of forgiveness, but of purpose yet unfulfilled. The party, raw from betrayal and aching with hope, chose action over doubt. Carlo’s story was not over.

Guided by Elaric, they found their way to the forgotten church, a place quiet in distance but thrumming with foul magic. Outside its sealed chamber, the air pulsed with corrupted essence. Elaric’s face twisted between fury and regret as he realized the depth of his error. With trembling hands, he pushed open the final door, and within, Carlo hung in cursed chains, his light siphoned, his soul endangered. The party had arrived at the brink, and their next steps would not be taken lightly.

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Thanks for joining me today for another adventure. 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. Don’t forget to come back daily so you don’t miss a thing in the coming weeks adventures. And as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Imiriel’s Fallen

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Tonight we find ourselves face to face with Imiriel’s fallen high priests who believe whole heartedly that they serve their god and in the purity of their actions.

So grab a coffee, maybe some bolt cutters as we try to pry Carlo Cleardraw free in tonight’s encounter!

Imiriel’s Fallen

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The highpriests of Imiriel are mid-tier encounters for an adventuring party considering that there is two of them. Being able to hit a few opponents at once and to also, controversial, raise their fallen allies and call down flames from the sky, these enemies will make for a challenging encounter.

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D&D Statblock for Highpriest of Imiriel – created in Tetra-cube.

For Daggerheart Systems

The above Adversary Stat blocks were sourced from the Daggerheart System Reference Document 1.0 and are the copyright of DRP, Darrington Press, who are the creators of the material (Adversary Stat Blocks). This content was not modified is licensed under the DRP Community Gaming License which can be found here: Darrington Press CGL.

The Secret-keeper is what would represent the creature for tonight. They are strong leader adversaries that can summon a hound pack to keep their enemies at bay. I believe they would start with a few shadowy-demon hounds at the edge of the room to act as watch dogs before the party truly engage them. The Secret-keeper continuing to spotlight the demonic hound pack where possible to generate fear a could be a very strong opponent.

The challenge here is not having two minor demons show up if you have more than one secret-keeper. I’d thematically have it that they both just fall and summon a single demon and give it some slight buffs to make it Tier 2 – or keep it as it is. The hounds and the demon will be enough for most.

Thanks for visiting tonight for another set of updates for this weeks adventure featuring some additional Daggerheart content. Don’t forget to come back over the weekend for more updates and lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe

Imiriel’s Forgotten Church

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Tonight the party venture into Imiriel’s Forgotten Church to rescue Carlo Cleardraw. But are they too late to save the twice blessed warrior?

So grab a coffee, maybe a bottle of holy water as we check out tonight’s map!

Imiriel’s Forgotten Church

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Imiriel’s Forgotten Church – Created in Inkarnate.

The pulses of foul magic can be felt from outside the doors at the end of the tunnels and the conflicted look of concern and rage danced upon the clerics face as he realised the error in what he was taught. Pushing against the doors he opened to the chamber where Carlo Cleardraw was suspended from chains as dark magic ripped essence from his chest.

Imiriel’s Forgotten Church – gridded – Created in Inkarnate.

Thanks for joining for another map night this week. Don’t forget that we have a few more nights left this week so make sure to come back each day to see what I add to this adventure. And lastly, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe