DEX 18 (Dex bonus capped to –2 due to heavy armor)
CON 10
INT 8
WIS 18
CHA 18
COMBAT
Hit Points: 45 HP
Armor Class: –2
Full Plate Armor (AC 1)
Shield (–1 → AC 0)
Dexterity adjustment (–2 cap)
Final AC: –2
Weapon: +1 Longsword
THAC0: 15 (6th-level paladin)
CLASS FEATURES
Detect Evil (at will)
Lay on Hands (12 HP healing)
Cure Disease (2/week)
Turn Undead (as 3rd-level cleric)
Aura of Protection vs. Evil
Warhorse (may seek a bonded mount)
EQUIPMENT
Full Plate Armor
Shield
+1 Longsword
Tunic with Crest (white cross on three-step platform)
No holy symbol
Traveler’s gear
Prayer scrolls
Sue Nami’s bardic storybook
HERITAGE & BACKGROUND
Raised at the Slaide Paladin School by her grandparents Saint Slaide the Peacemaker and Lady Willow.
Named after her grandmother.
Godmother: Sue Nami, bard who traveled with Saint Slaide. Her stories shaped Willow’s ideals.
Willow expresses her faith through deeds and ritual, not through holy symbols.
FINANCIAL OATH
20% to Hamilton Church
10% to Slaide School
20% saved toward her future keep
SAINTS OF DEVOTION
Saint Slaide the Peacemaker – patron of mercy in victory
Saint Mara of the Lantern – guide of travelers
Saint Etrin the Mild – healer of the hopeless
Saint Rhaskor the Bound – redeemer of the fallen
Saint Pellen of the Harp – patron of truth and storytelling
Saint Vorra of the Step – guide of pilgrim knights
St. Anne – The first female paladin
RITUALS
Blade-Kneeling Rite:
Kneels as if upon the three-step dais.
Forehead to sword pommel.
Names the saint of dedication.
Draws a line in the ground: “Let the way be clear.”
PROPHECY OF THE FOURFOLD OATH
An ancient scroll speaks of a paladin of Slaide’s line who will face the Shattered Throne, guided by saints, bardic song, and three signs: the silver star, the stepping stone, and the weeping flame.
Willow—called Wisp by Slaide from the moment she could walk—grew up in the stone halls of the Slaide School for Paladins. The clang of steel was her morning bell, the echo of scripture her lullaby. Born in the medical wing, raised by the school after her parents’ passing, she was a child of faith, discipline, and family—not by blood alone, but by bond.
Slaide, gray at the edges yet strong as ever, watched her from the training yard. “Come on, Wisp,” he called, leaning on his legendary Sword of Daniel. “A paladin moves with purpose. Even when she is small.”
“I’m not small,” Willow protested, though at five feet tall she barely reached his shoulder. Her blonde hair, braided tight, shimmered in the sun as she lifted a wooden practice sword.
Sue Nami the bard lounged nearby on a training bench, tuning her lute. “She’s fierce, Slaide. Let the girl breathe. Not everyone needs to grow up swinging at shadows.”
Slaide snorted. “Maybe. But this one was born to shine.”
Willow the cleric approached, robes brushing lightly across the courtyard stones. Her calm presence softened the sharpness of the training grounds. “Peace, you two. Willow will learn at her pace. Strength is important, but faith is what keeps a paladin standing.”
Young Willow lowered her sword, listening. She always listened when Willow the cleric spoke; her voice carried something like warmth and truth intertwined. “Can we do chapel lessons next?” she asked.
The cleric smiled. “Of course.”
As the day passed, Willow trained, studied scripture, and learned from all three adults who shaped her world. Sue taught her rhythm and focus through music—though Willow never cared to sing. Slaide drilled her in footwork, posture, and purpose. And Willow the cleric taught her why a paladin fought: because service was love in action.
In the evenings, the four gathered in the great hall. Students bustled around them, preparing for prayer, polishing armor, laughing softly. Willow wore her tunic embroidered with her family crest—a cross upon three steps—stitched lovingly by Sue Nami.
“Grandpa,” Willow said one night, settling beside Slaide as candles flickered. “Will I ever be as strong as you?”
Slaide placed a hand over hers. “You already are, Wisp. Strength isn’t in the arm—it’s in the heart. And yours is blessed.”
Willow the cleric added gently, “And guided.”
“And stubborn,” Sue chimed in with a grin.
They laughed, the sound weaving into the warm glow of the hall.
Wisp didn’t fully understand it then, but she was being forged—not just into a warrior, but into a beacon. Surrounded by faith, love, and legendary mentors, her childhood at the Slaide School would shape a destiny larger than any of them yet knew.
I am not doing these in time order. I do them as inspiration Strikes
Here is a letter written From Saint Slaide to Willow (Wisp) His Granddaughter. About 4-5 decades ago Slaide fought, defeated enemies and brokered peace between the Drow Elves of the king of Portland. It was after yhis incident that people started calling him Slaide the peacemaker. In current time he has just found out that the peace between Portland and the Dark Forest was in Troublr and Willow was sked by the Order of the Rose to help Father Morpheus and his band of adventurers
Here is the letter:
My Dearest Wisp,
Word has reached the Slaide School that you now walk the borders of the Dark Forest and Portland, seeking understanding where others would sooner raise a blade. It brings a warmth to this old heart that I have not felt since your parents first placed you in my arms.
You are following the same road I once walked—though I daresay you tread it with more grace than I ever did. Peace is a fragile thing, Wisp, easily shattered and painfully rebuilt, but every generation needs someone brave enough to try. You have taken up that charge without hesitation. That alone tells me the future is brighter than the past.
Your grandmother and I speak of you often. She says your conviction burns with the fire of youth, but your judgment carries the weight of wisdom—her wisdom, I think, more than mine. Sue Nami claims she always knew this day would come. She is polishing a new verse in your honor; I suspect it will be loud, dramatic, and only partly true.
I write this not as Saint Slaide or Sir Slaide or any title they insist upon using, but simply as your grandpa. I could not be more proud of the paladin you have become. You carry our crest, but you carry your own legacy as well—and I see it growing with every step you take.
Remember the lesson I taught you when you first lifted a training sword: Strength can guard peace, but only compassion can build it.
Hold both close as you work to mend the wounds of the Dark Forest. Portland needs a mediator, not a conqueror. And you—my little Wisp—were born for this very balance.
Return home when you can. Your room remains untouched, and your grandmother insists your boots are still by the door. I pray for your safety, but more than that, I trust in your courage.
Go with honor. Go with clarity. And know that wherever you travel, you never walk alone.
I. The Child in the Hall of Heroes In the old Slaide School where the banners flew, Where paladins marched in the silver-blue hue, A child ran laughing through sunlight and rain— A bright little Wisp with a heart unchained. Her hair like dawn, her smile like spring, And hope in her step like a fledgling wing.
Chorus Oh sing of the Wisp who rose from sorrow, Guided by saints toward a brighter tomorrow. Born of brave blood and the healer’s grace, She walks with the light no shadow can chase.
II. The Day the Bells Fell Silent Her parents rode out on an honored quest, Two heroes who battled at fate’s behest. But winter returned with an empty hand— Loss like a storm swept across the land. The bells in the courtyard tolled low and long, Yet the Wisp stood firm, courageous and strong.
For Slaide held her close with a warrior’s care, And Willow the Cleric soothed each prayer. Their home became hers, their teachings her shield, Their stories the soil where her courage would yield.
III. Lessons of Light She trained in the yard ‘til her knuckles bled, Repeating the vows that the wise ones said. Though small in stature, she fought like flame, Refusing to rest, refusing to tame The fire within that the elders knew— The fire her parents had given her too.
I watched her grow, year after year, Her laughter bright, her purpose clear. And often at dusk she’d climb the stair To hear my tales of lands laid bare— Of Slaide, her grand-sire, strong and true, And the wild old days when I traveled him through.
Chorus Oh sing of the Wisp who rose from sorrow, Guided by saints toward a brighter tomorrow. Born of brave blood and the healer’s grace, She walks with the light no shadow can chase.
IV. The Wisp Becomes a Flame By fifteen years she rode with pride, A squire of honor at her master’s side. Her sword held high, her gaze held fast, A future unclouded by the weight of her past. For every fear she turned to might, And every doubt to guiding light.
In her, I saw the prophecy stir— The winds of fate surrounding her. A child no more, but a dawning star, Destined to shine from near to far. Her grandparents whispered, “She leads like we,” But I alone knew what she’d truly be.
V. Sue’s Benediction Now hear me, good folk, and mark this rhyme: She is the Wisp who defies all time. A paladin born from the storm and calm, Her presence a shield, her voice a balm. And though I wander from town to town, My heart lifts high at her growing renown.
May her path be blessed, may her courage stay,
May darkness tremble and flee her way. For she is the child I’ve watched ascend— My goddaughter, hero, and dearest friend.
Final Chorus Oh sing of the Wisp, the hope we borrow, Forged in the heart of grief and sorrow. From cradle to sword, she grows in grace, And walks with the light no shadow can chase.
CHAPTER ONE: WILLOW’S EARLY DAYS AT THE SLAIDE SCHOOL Willow was born and raised within the sacred walls of the Slaide School—part monastery, part paladin academy, and fully a bastion of discipline and light. The first sounds she remembered were the ringing of the training yard bell and the low, ever-comforting voice of her grandpa Slaide, whose armor hung like a relic in the hall of honor. She was small for her age—barely five feet once she reached adulthood—but she had a fearlessness that could not be taught.
Under the guidance of Slaide, Sue Nami, and Willow the Cleric, she grew up surrounded by sparring paladins and chanting acolytes. Her days were filled with training—blunted swords at first, then wooden shields, then steel. At night she listened to tales of the Dark Forest, of ancient oaths, and of the Holy Avenger her grandpa once carried into battle.
Even as a child, she felt the pull toward service. She was quick with a prayer and quicker with resolve. Her sword technique was elegant but fierce; her faith unshakable.
But what truly set her apart was her heart. She believed peace was possible, even with those the world considered lost.
And that belief would soon be tested.
CHAPTER TWO: THE FIRST CHALLENGE Willow’s first real test arrived unexpectedly on a crisp dawn morning. Fog blanketed the training grounds. A cold hush lay over the school. She was practicing her stances when Slaide approached her, his expression grave.
“Wisp,” he said, using her childhood nickname, “we’ve received troubling signs from the Dark Forest. Something stirs there—something old.”
Sue Nami joined them, scrolls tucked under her arm. “A creature has crossed the wards,” she said. “Tracks—large ones—found near the western ridge.”
Willow swallowed, nerves fluttering. “What kind of creature?”
“One that shouldn’t exist near consecrated ground,” Slaide replied.
Despite her nerves, Willow nodded. “Then I’ll help track it.”
Her mentors exchanged glances—part pride, part worry. But they let her go.
As Willow entered the forest, the air changed. The trees seemed to press inward, whispering. She followed the tracks deeper until the fog thickened into something unnatural… something alive.
And then she heard it.
A growl—low, resonant, vibrating through the earth.
She stepped forward, tightening her grip on her sword.
CHAPTER THREE: MEETING THE CREATURE The creature stepped from the shadows—a towering, hunched shape with long arms and eyes like burning coals. It looked part-wolf, part-man, and part something far older.
It spoke.
“You… are not the one I seek.”
Willow froze. “Who are you?”
“I am bound,” the creature growled, voice like cracking stone. “Bound by old magic. I seek release.”
“Release from what?”
“Torment.”
Willow hesitated. She felt no malice in its voice—only agony.
Sue Nami and Slaide arrived behind her. The creature stepped back, raising its claws defensively.
“No!” Willow shouted. “It doesn’t want to fight.”
Her mentors paused, surprised.
The creature looked at Willow. “You… feel the truth.”
Willow lowered her sword. “Tell us what happened to you.”
The creature exhaled a rumbling breath. “A curse. A binding meant to punish. I wander, trapped between forms, unable to die, unable to live.”
“Then let us help you,” Willow said softly.
Its fiery eyes dimmed. “You would risk yourselves?”
“That’s what paladins do.”
Sue Nami exchanged a glance with Slaide. “The ritual can be done—but it’s dangerous.”
Willow nodded. “Then we do it.”
CHAPTER THREE (CONTINUED): THE BANISHING RITUAL The four of them formed a circle as Sue Nami unrolled an ancient parchment. Lines of holy script glowed faintly in the forest gloom. The creature knelt at the circle’s center, trembling.
“We will begin,” Sue Nami said. “Willow—your faith will anchor the banishing.”
Willow stepped forward. She placed her hand over her heart. “I’m ready.”
Slaide began the invocation. “Let light pierce shadow. Let truth unmake what corruption has twisted.”
Sue Nami chanted in harmony, weaving sigils in the air. Willow felt the energy rise like a heartbeat beneath the earth.
The creature howled—not in rage, but in fear.
“Do not fear,” Willow whispered. “You’re going home.”
She raised her sword—the blackened blade that once belonged to her grandpa—and spoke the final words:
“By the grace of the Light, be freed.”
A blast of holy radiance erupted, engulfing the creature. It roared as the curse shattered. Light broke across its form like wings unfurling—then with a final sigh of relief, it dissolved into motes of shimmering gold.
Silence returned.
Sue Nami lowered her hands, trembling. “It worked.”
Slaide placed a hand on Willow’s shoulder. “You’ve taken your first step, Wisp… and it was the right one.”
Willow exhaled, tears stinging her eyes. She looked to where the creature had vanished.
The Life, Heredity and Adventures
Willow Slaide – Character Sheet
WILLOW SLAIDE
6th-Level Paladin • AD&D 2nd Edition
AC: –2 • HP: 45
Age: 19 • Height: 5 ft • Alignment: Lawful Good
ABILITY SCORES
STR 18/59
DEX 18 (Dex bonus capped to –2 due to heavy armor)
CON 10
INT 8
WIS 18
CHA 18
COMBAT
Hit Points: 45 HP
Armor Class: –2
Final AC: –2
Weapon: +1 Longsword
THAC0: 15 (6th-level paladin)
CLASS FEATURES
EQUIPMENT
HERITAGE & BACKGROUND
Raised at the Slaide Paladin School by her grandparents Saint Slaide the Peacemaker and Lady Willow.
Named after her grandmother.
Godmother: Sue Nami, bard who traveled with Saint Slaide. Her stories shaped Willow’s ideals.
Willow expresses her faith through deeds and ritual, not through holy symbols.
FINANCIAL OATH
SAINTS OF DEVOTION
RITUALS
Blade-Kneeling Rite:
PROPHECY OF THE FOURFOLD OATH
An ancient scroll speaks of a paladin of Slaide’s line who will face the Shattered Throne, guided by saints, bardic song, and three signs: the silver star, the stepping stone, and the weeping flame.
Chapter: Wisp of the Hall
Willow—called Wisp by Slaide from the moment she could walk—grew up in the stone halls of the Slaide School for Paladins. The clang of steel was her morning bell, the echo of scripture her lullaby. Born in the medical wing, raised by the school after her parents’ passing, she was a child of faith, discipline, and family—not by blood alone, but by bond.
Slaide, gray at the edges yet strong as ever, watched her from the training yard. “Come on, Wisp,” he called, leaning on his legendary Sword of Daniel. “A paladin moves with purpose. Even when she is small.”
“I’m not small,” Willow protested, though at five feet tall she barely reached his shoulder. Her blonde hair, braided tight, shimmered in the sun as she lifted a wooden practice sword.
Sue Nami the bard lounged nearby on a training bench, tuning her lute. “She’s fierce, Slaide. Let the girl breathe. Not everyone needs to grow up swinging at shadows.”
Slaide snorted. “Maybe. But this one was born to shine.”
Willow the cleric approached, robes brushing lightly across the courtyard stones. Her calm presence softened the sharpness of the training grounds. “Peace, you two. Willow will learn at her pace. Strength is important, but faith is what keeps a paladin standing.”
Young Willow lowered her sword, listening. She always listened when Willow the cleric spoke; her voice carried something like warmth and truth intertwined. “Can we do chapel lessons next?” she asked.
The cleric smiled. “Of course.”
As the day passed, Willow trained, studied scripture, and learned from all three adults who shaped her world. Sue taught her rhythm and focus through music—though Willow never cared to sing. Slaide drilled her in footwork, posture, and purpose. And Willow the cleric taught her why a paladin fought: because service was love in action.
In the evenings, the four gathered in the great hall. Students bustled around them, preparing for prayer, polishing armor, laughing softly. Willow wore her tunic embroidered with her family crest—a cross upon three steps—stitched lovingly by Sue Nami.
“Grandpa,” Willow said one night, settling beside Slaide as candles flickered. “Will I ever be as strong as you?”
Slaide placed a hand over hers. “You already are, Wisp. Strength isn’t in the arm—it’s in the heart. And yours is blessed.”
Willow the cleric added gently, “And guided.”
“And stubborn,” Sue chimed in with a grin.
They laughed, the sound weaving into the warm glow of the hall.
Wisp didn’t fully understand it then, but she was being forged—not just into a warrior, but into a beacon. Surrounded by faith, love, and legendary mentors, her childhood at the Slaide School would shape a destiny larger than any of them yet knew.
I am not doing these in time order. I do them as inspiration Strikes
Here is a letter written From Saint Slaide to Willow (Wisp) His Granddaughter. About 4-5 decades ago Slaide fought, defeated enemies and brokered peace between the Drow Elves of the king of Portland. It was after yhis incident that people started calling him Slaide the peacemaker. In current time he has just found out that the peace between Portland and the Dark Forest was in Troublr and Willow was sked by the Order of the Rose to help Father Morpheus and his band of adventurers
Here is the letter:
My Dearest Wisp,
Word has reached the Slaide School that you now walk the borders of the Dark
Forest and Portland, seeking understanding where others would sooner raise a
blade. It brings a warmth to this old heart that I have not felt since your parents first
placed you in my arms.
You are following the same road I once walked—though I daresay you tread it with
more grace than I ever did. Peace is a fragile thing, Wisp, easily shattered and
painfully rebuilt, but every generation needs someone brave enough to try. You have
taken up that charge without hesitation. That alone tells me the future is brighter
than the past.
Your grandmother and I speak of you often. She says your conviction burns with the
fire of youth, but your judgment carries the weight of wisdom—her wisdom, I think,
more than mine. Sue Nami claims she always knew this day would come. She is
polishing a new verse in your honor; I suspect it will be loud, dramatic, and only
partly true.
I write this not as Saint Slaide or Sir Slaide or any title they insist upon using, but
simply as your grandpa. I could not be more proud of the paladin you have become.
You carry our crest, but you carry your own legacy as well—and I see it growing
with every step you take.
Remember the lesson I taught you when you first lifted a training sword:
Strength can guard peace, but only compassion can build it.
Hold both close as you work to mend the wounds of the Dark Forest. Portland needs
a mediator, not a conqueror. And you—my little Wisp—were born for this very
balance.
Return home when you can. Your room remains untouched, and your grandmother
insists your boots are still by the door. I pray for your safety, but more than that, I
trust in your courage.
Go with honor. Go with clarity. And know that wherever you travel, you never walk
alone.
With all my love,
Your Grandpa,
Slaide
Here is a Ballad Written by Sue Nami about Willow
“The Wisp Who Rose”
By Sue Nami the Bard
I. The Child in the Hall of Heroes
In the old Slaide School where the banners flew,
Where paladins marched in the silver-blue hue,
A child ran laughing through sunlight and rain—
A bright little Wisp with a heart unchained.
Her hair like dawn, her smile like spring,
And hope in her step like a fledgling wing.
Chorus
Oh sing of the Wisp who rose from sorrow,
Guided by saints toward a brighter tomorrow.
Born of brave blood and the healer’s grace,
She walks with the light no shadow can chase.
II. The Day the Bells Fell Silent
Her parents rode out on an honored quest,
Two heroes who battled at fate’s behest.
But winter returned with an empty hand—
Loss like a storm swept across the land.
The bells in the courtyard tolled low and long,
Yet the Wisp stood firm, courageous and strong.
For Slaide held her close with a warrior’s care,
And Willow the Cleric soothed each prayer.
Their home became hers, their teachings her shield,
Their stories the soil where her courage would yield.
III. Lessons of Light
She trained in the yard ‘til her knuckles bled,
Repeating the vows that the wise ones said.
Though small in stature, she fought like flame,
Refusing to rest, refusing to tame
The fire within that the elders knew—
The fire her parents had given her too.
I watched her grow, year after year,
Her laughter bright, her purpose clear.
And often at dusk she’d climb the stair
To hear my tales of lands laid bare—
Of Slaide, her grand-sire, strong and true,
And the wild old days when I traveled him through.
Chorus
Oh sing of the Wisp who rose from sorrow,
Guided by saints toward a brighter tomorrow.
Born of brave blood and the healer’s grace,
She walks with the light no shadow can chase.
IV. The Wisp Becomes a Flame
By fifteen years she rode with pride,
A squire of honor at her master’s side.
Her sword held high, her gaze held fast,
A future unclouded by the weight of her past.
For every fear she turned to might,
And every doubt to guiding light.
In her, I saw the prophecy stir—
The winds of fate surrounding her.
A child no more, but a dawning star,
Destined to shine from near to far.
Her grandparents whispered, “She leads like we,”
But I alone knew what she’d truly be.
V. Sue’s Benediction
Now hear me, good folk, and mark this rhyme:
She is the Wisp who defies all time.
A paladin born from the storm and calm,
Her presence a shield, her voice a balm.
And though I wander from town to town,
My heart lifts high at her growing renown.
May her path be blessed, may her courage stay,
May darkness tremble and flee her way.
For she is the child I’ve watched ascend—
My goddaughter, hero, and dearest friend.
Final Chorus
Oh sing of the Wisp, the hope we borrow,
Forged in the heart of grief and sorrow.
From cradle to sword, she grows in grace,
And walks with the light no shadow can chase.
More about Willow's Early Days
The Story of Willow: Chapters 1–3
CHAPTER ONE: WILLOW’S EARLY DAYS AT THE SLAIDE SCHOOL
Willow was born and raised within the sacred walls of the Slaide School—part monastery,
part paladin academy, and fully a bastion of discipline and light. The first sounds she
remembered were the ringing of the training yard bell and the low, ever-comforting voice of
her grandpa Slaide, whose armor hung like a relic in the hall of honor. She was small for her
age—barely five feet once she reached adulthood—but she had a fearlessness that could not
be taught.
Under the guidance of Slaide, Sue Nami, and Willow the Cleric, she grew up surrounded by
sparring paladins and chanting acolytes. Her days were filled with training—blunted
swords at first, then wooden shields, then steel. At night she listened to tales of the Dark
Forest, of ancient oaths, and of the Holy Avenger her grandpa once carried into battle.
Even as a child, she felt the pull toward service. She was quick with a prayer and quicker
with resolve. Her sword technique was elegant but fierce; her faith unshakable.
But what truly set her apart was her heart. She believed peace was possible, even with those
the world considered lost.
And that belief would soon be tested.
CHAPTER TWO: THE FIRST CHALLENGE
Willow’s first real test arrived unexpectedly on a crisp dawn morning. Fog blanketed the
training grounds. A cold hush lay over the school. She was practicing her stances when
Slaide approached her, his expression grave.
“Wisp,” he said, using her childhood nickname, “we’ve received troubling signs from the
Dark Forest. Something stirs there—something old.”
Sue Nami joined them, scrolls tucked under her arm. “A creature has crossed the wards,”
she said. “Tracks—large ones—found near the western ridge.”
Willow swallowed, nerves fluttering. “What kind of creature?”
“One that shouldn’t exist near consecrated ground,” Slaide replied.
Despite her nerves, Willow nodded. “Then I’ll help track it.”
Her mentors exchanged glances—part pride, part worry. But they let her go.
As Willow entered the forest, the air changed. The trees seemed to press inward,
whispering. She followed the tracks deeper until the fog thickened into something
unnatural… something alive.
And then she heard it.
A growl—low, resonant, vibrating through the earth.
She stepped forward, tightening her grip on her sword.
CHAPTER THREE: MEETING THE CREATURE
The creature stepped from the shadows—a towering, hunched shape with long arms and
eyes like burning coals. It looked part-wolf, part-man, and part something far older.
It spoke.
“You… are not the one I seek.”
Willow froze. “Who are you?”
“I am bound,” the creature growled, voice like cracking stone. “Bound by old magic. I seek
release.”
“Release from what?”
“Torment.”
Willow hesitated. She felt no malice in its voice—only agony.
Sue Nami and Slaide arrived behind her. The creature stepped back, raising its claws
defensively.
“No!” Willow shouted. “It doesn’t want to fight.”
Her mentors paused, surprised.
The creature looked at Willow. “You… feel the truth.”
Willow lowered her sword. “Tell us what happened to you.”
The creature exhaled a rumbling breath. “A curse. A binding meant to punish. I wander,
trapped between forms, unable to die, unable to live.”
“Then let us help you,” Willow said softly.
Its fiery eyes dimmed. “You would risk yourselves?”
“That’s what paladins do.”
Sue Nami exchanged a glance with Slaide. “The ritual can be done—but it’s dangerous.”
Willow nodded. “Then we do it.”
CHAPTER THREE (CONTINUED): THE BANISHING RITUAL
The four of them formed a circle as Sue Nami unrolled an ancient parchment. Lines of holy
script glowed faintly in the forest gloom. The creature knelt at the circle’s center, trembling.
“We will begin,” Sue Nami said. “Willow—your faith will anchor the banishing.”
Willow stepped forward. She placed her hand over her heart. “I’m ready.”
Slaide began the invocation. “Let light pierce shadow. Let truth unmake what corruption has
twisted.”
Sue Nami chanted in harmony, weaving sigils in the air. Willow felt the energy rise like a
heartbeat beneath the earth.
The creature howled—not in rage, but in fear.
“Do not fear,” Willow whispered. “You’re going home.”
She raised her sword—the blackened blade that once belonged to her grandpa—and spoke
the final words:
“By the grace of the Light, be freed.”
A blast of holy radiance erupted, engulfing the creature. It roared as the curse shattered.
Light broke across its form like wings unfurling—then with a final sigh of relief, it dissolved
into motes of shimmering gold.
Silence returned.
Sue Nami lowered her hands, trembling. “It worked.”
Slaide placed a hand on Willow’s shoulder. “You’ve taken your first step, Wisp… and it was
the right one.”
Willow exhaled, tears stinging her eyes. She looked to where the creature had vanished.
“Be at peace,” she whispered.
And the forest seemed to whisper back.
here is a module based upon Willow
The Willow Adventure Module
A full Dungeons & Dragons adventure module inspired by the story of Willow, Slaide, Sue Nami, and the Slaide School.
Introduction
Welcome to *The Willow Adventure*, a full fantasy module centered on the legendary Slaide School for Paladins,
the young prodigy Willow “Wisp,” her grandpa Willow the Cleric, the heroic paladin Slaide, and the bard Sue Nami.
This module is designed to accommodate character levels 3–6 and mixes exploration, investigation, roleplay,
and supernatural encounters.
Background Lore
The Slaide School for Paladins was founded decades ago by Slaide the Brilliant, wielder of the +5 Holy Avenger.
The school trains young paladins in discipline, faith, and battlecraft. Willow “Wisp,” age 15, was raised on the grounds
under the guidance of her grandfather Willow the Cleric and alongside Sue Nami, the renowned traveling bard
and longtime friend of Slaide.
Recently, strange disturbances have spread from the Dark Forest, an ancient woodland bordering the school.
Whispers tell of creatures of mist, lost ruins, and banishments undone.
Adventure Overview
The players arrive at the Slaide School during escalating supernatural events. The module contains:
- Investigation of mysterious forest lights
- Encounters with corrupted woodland spirits
- Discovery of the Sanctuary Ruins
- A climactic banishing ritual to stop an awakened planar creature
Act I – Arrival at the Slaide School
The players enter during morning drills. They meet:
- Slaide (stern but fair)
- Willow the Cleric (warm and wise)
- Wisp (energetic, hopeful, curious)
- Sue Nami (clever, talkative, cheerful)
The first hints of trouble appear when students report glowing shapes in the tree line.
Act II – Investigating the Dark Forest
Players travel with Wisp and Sue Nami to explore the twisted edges of the Dark Forest.
Encounters include:
- Tracking corrupted deer
- Solving the puzzle of the Shimmering Path
- Meeting the Mistborn Creature for the first time
Act III – Confrontation at the Sanctuary Ruins
The Ruins pulse with planar energy. The Mistborn Creature gathers strength.
Players must hold off waves of corrupted forest spirits while Wisp attempts to stabilize the holy circle.
Act IV – The Banishing Ritual
The ritual requires:
- A paladin’s vow
- A cleric’s blessing
- A bard’s guiding verse
- A child of faith’s spark (Wisp)
The creature attempts to break the circle in three phases. If the ritual succeeds, the forest heals.
If it fails… the creature tears into the world fully.
NPC Profiles
Slaide – Paladin (STR 18/66), stoic, powerful, protective of Wisp.
Willow the Cleric – Wisp’s grandpa, gentle but firm, devoted to guiding her growth.
Sue Nami – Traveler and bard, playful and sharp, but serious when it matters.
Wisp – 15-year-old student, brave, compassionate, with a gift for holy resonance.
Monsters and Encounters
Mistborn Creature (Unique)
- AC: 5
- HP: 60
- Abilities: Mist Step, Mind Chill, Corruption Beam
Corrupted Forest Spirits
- AC: 7
- HP: 10
- Abilities: Entangling Roots, Forest Wail
Treasure and Rewards
Players may earn:
- Blessing of the School (temporary +1 to saving throws)
- Light of Willow (holy charm)
- Sue Nami’s Echo Stone (bardic inspiration token)
Conclusion
If the banishing is successful, peace is restored and Wisp earns recognition as a rising student of destiny.
If it fails, the forest collapses into planar disorder, marking the beginning of a much larger campaign arc.