The rumbling of the cart wheels on the gravel breaks the silence just as much as the last two years of ‘adventure' has broken your spirits. For 158 years, a Demon Lord known simply as the Beast of Bone and Oblivion has ruled over the land of Yaratal, after he stole the throne long before your time. At the centre of the realm, the Spire of Darkness stands, a titanic ebony black palace fashioned from the remains of what used to be the Tree of Life, which once spread vitality and growth throughout the land via its roots. Now it’s all but dead, and with the Beast of Bone and Oblivion occupying its hollow trunk, its roots simply bleed out misery and despair, leeching the colour from everything around.
Despite the constant pain and suffering hanging over Yaratal, you once had a hope for better days. Maybe you came from another realm, seeking to better yourself and others. Maybe you were raised under the shining promise that you would be the one to lift the land from darkness. Maybe you just held that spark for adventure since childhood, and that’s what lead you to go and chase your dreams. But that dream is slowly dying, as although you’ve found each other’s company as a party, plundered dungeons, found treasure and slain beasts, you’ve found the only constant semblance of a ‘quest’ is the destruction of Shadow Knots, and you despise it. In places where tensions wear thin and hatred boils over, the roots from the Spire of Darkness can end up knotting themselves into pulsating balls of shadow and gloom. The mere presence of these knots kills plants nearby, bleaches objects black and white, and can twist living beings into spitefully evil forms. None of it is fun. There is no joy to be found entering a broken home, slaying the prior owner now twisted into a meazel or sorrowsworn, and then destroying the blackened root, only to repeat the process again and again, with no hope of reward or recognition. Yet that’s all you think you can do. The Beast of Bone and Oblivion holds a strength that cannot be rivalled. And so you find yourself in the back of this cart, trundling along the grey and bleak countryside towards a lonely and forgotten windmill, after hearing a report of strange activity, likely another Shadow Knots to be destroyed, just as you have done for months and months before…
The rumbling of the cart wheels on the gravel breaks the silence just as much as the last two years of ‘adventure' has broken your spirits. For 158 years, a Demon Lord known simply as the Beast of Bone and Oblivion has ruled over the land of Yaratal, after he stole the throne long before your time. At the centre of the realm, the Spire of Darkness stands, a titanic ebony black palace fashioned from the remains of what used to be the Tree of Life, which once spread vitality and growth throughout the land via its roots. Now it’s all but dead, and with the Beast of Bone and Oblivion occupying its hollow trunk, its roots simply bleed out misery and despair, leeching the colour from everything around.
Despite the constant pain and suffering hanging over Yaratal, you once had a hope for better days. Maybe you came from another realm, seeking to better yourself and others. Maybe you were raised under the shining promise that you would be the one to lift the land from darkness. Maybe you just held that spark for adventure since childhood, and that’s what lead you to go and chase your dreams. But that dream is slowly dying, as although you’ve found each other’s company as a party, plundered dungeons, found treasure and slain beasts, you’ve found the only constant semblance of a ‘quest’ is the destruction of Shadow Knots, and you despise it. In places where tensions wear thin and hatred boils over, the roots from the Spire of Darkness can end up knotting themselves into pulsating balls of shadow and gloom. The mere presence of these knots kills plants nearby, bleaches objects black and white, and can twist living beings into spitefully evil forms. None of it is fun. There is no joy to be found entering a broken home, slaying the prior owner now twisted into a meazel or sorrowsworn, and then destroying the blackened root, only to repeat the process again and again, with no hope of reward or recognition. Yet that’s all you think you can do. The Beast of Bone and Oblivion holds a strength that cannot be rivalled. And so you find yourself in the back of this cart, trundling along the grey and bleak countryside towards a lonely and forgotten windmill, after hearing a report of strange activity, likely another Shadow Knots to be destroyed, just as you have done for months and months before…
Xaul Lackluster: Half-Orc Fathomless Warlock: Warlock Dragon Heist
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DMing The 100 Dungeons of the Blood Archivist , The Hunt for the Balowang and Surviving Tempest City!
Killer Queen has already extended this signature, though not by much!
((New link worked— interesting foes ))