Fate Casters: Shadows of Stravia

Greydale is finally reached.

But arrival does not bring relief.

As the party steps out of the storm and into the battered town, the echoes of divine intervention still cling to them — unanswered questions, unspoken bargains, and the lingering certainty that something has been set in motion that cannot be undone.

In a rare moment of quiet, Nyx and Zelphira share a private mental communion. Past, future, faith, and fear intertwine as Zelphira gently urges Nyx toward refuge in her goddess… only for Nyx to uncover something deeply strange — and unsettling — about Zelphira’s very nat...

Day Three of travel was supposed to be difficult.

It becomes punishing.

The blizzard worsens, the road vanishes, and survival itself becomes a question as the party pushes toward Greydale through whiteout conditions that seem almost… intentional. Every step forward is paid for in exhaustion, blood, and will.

In the midst of this frozen crucible, Ysolde chooses Requiem.

Away from the others, he reveals the truth he has guarded more fiercely than any battlefield secret — a revelation so dangerous it could shatter Zelphira’s world, alter the future of Stravia, and undo e...

We begin Day Two of travel the same way all good journeys do:

With a blizzard.
And unresolved emotional baggage.

As snow howls across the road, Zelphira finally has that conversation with her father — the one that’s been postponed by wars, politics, and a mutual talent for avoidance. It’s awkward. It’s overdue. Everyone pretends not to listen while absolutely listening.

Meanwhile, Nyx does what Nyx does best: quietly uncovers deeply concerning ancient magic tied to Valroth’s past. The kind that raises uncomfortable questions about free will, memory, and whether so...

We pick up at camp, where Zelphira is very busy having important conversations and definitely not sharing a bed with Prince Lariel II. Politics are navigated. Charm is deployed. Boundaries are enforced.

Then the past arrives—cold, armed, and undead.

A legendary mercenary from a bygone age emerges from the frost, bound by magic and sent to kill Traghoul against his will. A gunslinger who would rather help than hunt, he does everything he can to give the party a fighting chance… and they still almost die.

Steel flies. Spells fail. Everyone makes ques...

The party finally sets off toward the Black City, and within five minutes it’s clear this 12-day journey is going to feel more like twelve years.

Requiem and Zelphira find themselves trapped in a cart with Prince Lariel II, who reveals several… let’s call them quirks. Some charming, some alarming, some that probably shouldn’t be said out loud in front of polite company. By mile three, the girls have silently agreed on one thing: this is going to require emotional hazard pay.

Then—ambush! The roadside pack of would-be attackers turns out to be the...

Today should have been simple: pack your gear, load the horses, maybe argue over blankets. Instead, it becomes a full-blown episode of Stravian political theater.

Zelphira returns to the hidden armory for some quiet reflection and instead discovers that her spear is decorative (rude), her grandmother left a riddle (ruder), and someone installed a secret passageway like it’s a hobby. Virelia Skorn: mother, grandmother, puzzle-architect.

Borislav, meanwhile, drops enough lore to power a small city. He reveals what he’s found about Aegis Solis—including a certain banner displaying Requiem’s face, which nobody was prep...

The Gulthias roots have barely stopped whispering when trouble finds the party again—but this time it’s small, smug, and fox-shaped.

Nyx and Cece stumble into a classic fey bargain (you know, the kind everyone warns you about but you absolutely take anyway).
Sebastian the “fox”—possibly fey, possibly lying—offers a very shiny rock and a story.
Nyx offers… his shadow.
Because of course he does.

Consequences arrive immediately.

Meanwhile, the party finally reaches Virelia Skorn’s funeral, a ceremony so meticulously crafted it could make the Crimson Court weep.
...

The roots shuddered—and the dark answered.

Deep beneath the Gulthias tree, the party steps through a sentient door that remembers every wound the land has ever taken. Something ancient stirs in the hollow beneath its bark—something that does not want them here.

The path spirals downward into marrow-cold tunnels where old sins rot and rise. Undead gather in the gloom, shaped by hands long gone, driven by a will that still lingers. Steel rings. Magic flares. But for each enemy they strike down, a darker truth waits to stand again.

Are they...

The gods blinked—and Stravia changed.

In this alternate timeline, the Faceless God was never born, the Sunlit Disk never shattered, and the tide of blood never rose. But destiny doesn’t rest; it rewrites.

Under a gentler sun, familiar faces meet again—different choices, different scars, the same ghosts. What if mercy had won? What if power had come at a kinder price? What if the world had turned another way?

Part one of a special one-shot DM’d by our very own Eric—where every answer births a new question, and every ligh...

The ashes haven’t cooled, but Slavoka won’t wait for grief. In the wake of Lenora’s death, the party scrambles to fill the holes she left behind—knowledge, courage, and the kind of madness that once held them together.

While Zelphira and Traghoul try to steady the pieces, Nyx and Requiem take the hunt to the Red Lantern, racing Seraph Thrynn to reach Grim and Mirelle before the Inquisitor’s net closes. In the shadowed backrooms of that crimson den, truths slip through smoke and wine alike.

But back in the Midnight Garden, something...

Slavoka’s nights are rarely quiet—but tonight, the shouting starts before the screaming. A drunken Sergeant Seran Myrrh staggers in, grief on his breath and fury in his eyes, demanding justice for his sister. Requiem and Zelphira find themselves caught between his crusade and his confession—because when Seran talks about “cleaning out the rot,” he means names they know.

Meanwhile, deep in the library, Lenora’s curiosity finally detonates. Nyx and Traghoul rush to put out more than fires as her latest experiment twists magic into something unrecognizable. Green flames, black whispers, and the kind of silence t...

Secrets catch fire in Slavoka.

General Valtor Blackheart struts in with military swagger, Seraph Thrynn follows with questions sharper than his blade, and suddenly Zelphira’s social calendar is national security. A ball, you say? Sounds like more than just dancing shoes will be at stake.

Meanwhile, the party drops a few rebellious breadcrumbs, pointing Seraph toward Paeder Ashtorn’s extracurricular abuses. Will the Inquisitor bite? Or will Paeder keep playing puppeteer from the shadows? Stay tuned.

And then there’s Lenora. When she says “urgent,” she means urgent. Nyx and Traghoul rush to hear he...

Secrets never stay buried in Slavoka.

Luma proves she is a lot more than anyone guessed, and things get loud when the necromancer Nevira Duskwraith decides to crash the party. Spells fly, steel sings, and Requiem pulls off not one but two wildly reckless (or should we say reqless) stunts to keep Luma alive. Heroic? Absolutely. Suicidal? Probably. Entertaining? You bet.

And just when the smoke clears, the heavyweights arrive. General Valtor Blackheart, High Inquisitor Seraph Thrynn, and Seran Myrrh step into Slavoka like they own the place. The party better move fast if they...

Whispers of treachery echo beneath Slavoka.

The party turns their gaze inward, pressing a captured zealot of the Bleeding Eye for answers. Each confession cuts deeper, revealing shadows that stretch back to a figure of legend in the city’s underworld. Truth drips slow and bitter, but not all wounds bleed clean.

As secrets unravel, Nevira comes to claim the prize she was promised by Nyx. Yet in the heart of her smile lurks betrayal, and a single wrong step may ignite a fire that none can quench.

Some oaths are shackles. Some al...

Whispers of peace stir in the undercity.

The party sits across from the leaders of the Sunlit Path, where every word is a blade and every silence carries weight. Promises of peace clash with old scars, and tense negotiations threaten to fracture before they can begin.

Zelphira is confronted by a ghost from her past, while Borislav faces shadows of his own. Bonds are tested, secrets stir, and not all in Slavoka desire a future without bloodshed.

Some wounds do not heal. Some enemies hide behind smiles. And some fires… burn only brighter in...

Shadows writhe in the heart of the crater.

The party presses deeper into the Crater, where ancient guardians rise and impossible eyes turn their gaze upon intruders. Steel, spell, and will are tested against horrors that should not walk in this world.

Amid the chaos, a shard of strange machinery is wrested from the dark, its purpose yet veiled. Requiem is drawn toward voices of her own kind, their whispers threatening to unravel her restraint, while Nyx faces a mind not his own in a perilous communion.

Some truths pursue. Some hungers cannot...

Shadows deepen at the edge of the crater.

Nyx, chasing freedom for Luma, walks willingly into Overseer Nevira Duskwraith’s grasp. Brave, or foolish, perhaps both.

The party follows into the wound in the world. Among the broken stones they face draugr — guardians older than the Order of Bone, stirring beyond any necromancer’s call. Deeper still, a strange machine hums with stolen power, its secrets watching them as much as they watch it.

When a floating aberration with too many eyes takes notice, alarms sound, and the descent into the unknown becomes a race...

Shadows stretch longer over Slavoka.

In the quiet hours after blood and fire, Countess Zelphira’s court faces new trials. Beneath the pale dawn, secrets move like knives.

In the midnight gardens, a rare and vulnerable Ysolde shares more than his usual smirk with Requiem. Nyx prepares a dangerous bargain with the Overseer of the Necropolis, leaving letters behind—unsure if he will return. Under moonlight, Zelphira’s conversations with Lenora and Ellian pull back the veil on House Skorn’s faith and its perilous relationship with the Faceless God.

Not all wounds are mort...

Morning finds Slavoka thin on mercy.

In the midnight gardens, a giant’s warning bends the map north—Ironhowl banners stir and old scars itch. A familiar face isn’t what it seems, and the wrong name on the right lips could set the forests alight.

A quill nearly falls silent, pulled back from the brink by desperate hands.

In Skorn’s halls, a dead pirate tallies the living’s coin.

By dawn, a generous wagon for midnight “peace” tastes sweeter than it should.

Trust tightens. Blades stay close. Some gifts arr...

Tension splits the night in Slavoka.

High above the churning Gloamwater, Nyx, Traghoul, and Borislav race onto the Middle Nar Uusk bridge, a captured blood-tithe wagon teetering on the edge while Sunlit Path rebels brandish holy fire.

Back at Skorn Manor, Zelphira and Requiem find their home invaded by hooded zealots bearing the sigil of the Bleeding Eye. Steel clashes with spectral ruin as Requiem’s anchor flickers and Zelphira discovers what it means to rule with blade in hand.

Two fronts burn, one night decides the fate of House Skorn—and perhaps the...

Nyx reveals his hidden identity in the "story of his life". Traghoul and Borislav rejoin the party. Karina hints at a daring price for her favor, and Ellian shows that there is more to him than meets the eye.
 
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Nyx reveals his hidden identity in the "story of his life". Traghoul and Borislav rejoin the party. Karina hints at a daring price for her favor, and Ellian shows that there is more to him than meets the eye.

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Nyx faces a haunting figure from his (recent) past, then goes on a date. As do Requiem and Zelphira? Wait, who's dating whom?

Traghoul meets up with an old ally, a touching scene ensues. Theirs is also kind of like a date. A man (bear?) date. Man-bear date.

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The party scrambles to prepare for the new roles they've been thrust into, and must quickly decide who they can trust and who they will gather to their sides.

Old allies are summoned, new romances bloom, and Nyx goes on a daring solo adventure.

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In the aftermath of personal tragedy, the party scrambles to save lives, and pick up pieces.The Sunlit path has struck a victory few thought ever possible, and the party are beginning to realize they may be over their head.But, where one flower dies, another may bloom. Even when a tower crumbles, another can be raised in its place.Tears are shed, heads are crowned.

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The flames of rebellion blaze through the night as the Sunlit Path launches a surprise assault on the Skorn estate.

Outnumbered and outmaneuvered, the party fights desperately to protect what they can, but not all is as it seems. Amid shifting shadows and treacherous magic, tragedy strikes.

A loved one falls. And as the smoke clears, a tower crumbles, leaving only ash, fury, and the haunting question: was this truly the Sunlit Path’s doing… or something far darker?

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The veil of diplomacy burns away…

The party escorts Lady Selene Blackheart and her ever-silent, ever-watchful guard Eldric Thorne to a fateful meeting with Countess Virelia Skorn at the Skorn Estates. Captain Seran and the Bloodcloak guard stand ready, but something feels… off.

The air is too still.
Selene is too calm.
And Zelphira? She's being drawn deeper into something she doesn't yet understand.

As whispers of the upcoming Crimson Court Summit swirl, Prince Lariel extends an unexpected invitation-and perhaps something more. But there's no time to dwell.

Because in a...

Tensions coil tighter in Slavoka…

The party meets with Grim, the goblin fixer behind the infamous Red Lantern, and uncovers a revelation that strikes too close to home—sending Zelphira into a spiral that could unravel more than just her composure.

Meanwhile, Nyx returns to a familiar den of shadows, where whispers and wine are equally intoxicating.

In the city’s darker corners, Requiem and Traghoul find themselves tangled in a moment of violence and temptation—a line crossed, and not for the last time.

And as the sun sets, the party pr...

The Blood Cloaks take a breath—however fleeting. Nyx plans his own birthday party while he prepares for his next trial with the Order of Bone. Meanwhile, the party descends into the velvet-lit chaos of the Red Lantern, where old flames flicker and new alliances simmer.

But before they can broker a meeting with Grim, the goblin fixer who rules the brothel’s secrets, Traghoul must bleed in the pit. Strength is currency here, and someone has to pay the toll.

🎭 Celebration. Temptation. Violence. Just another night in Slavoka.

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In a rare moment of respite, the party begins to unravel not just rebel plots, but the shadows of their own past. As old sins resurface and long-buried choices echo through the streets of Slavoka, one truth becomes clear: the rebellion they now hunt may be a fire they unknowingly lit.

Every action has consequences. Some just take longer to arrive.

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🧛 Episode 6: “Broken Chains”
After a dangerous encounter at the Slaughter Docks, the Blood Cloaks regroup to investigate the aftermath. Tensions with their superiors reach a boiling point, testing loyalty, discipline, and resolve. Exhausted and bloodied, the party seeks refuge at the Banshee’s Whale tavern, where drinks, secrets, and unexpected revelations await. Yet amid the laughter and revelry, one discovery looms: the heavily armored chest salvaged from the docks may not be what it seems…

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Fresh from their brutal battle against rogue undead and a Grave Grinder, the Blood Cloaks lick their wounds and push forward—this time into the treacherous Slaughter Docks of Slavoka.

Rumors swirl of rebellion brewing beneath the surface, and the party has orders to root it out. The harbormaster, Viktor Dragomir, has been cooking the books… and someone is using Warehouse 13 for far more than fish and freight.

But the docks hide more than smugglers and secrets. The Sunlit Path is watching. And if the party pushes too far, they may find themselves outnumbered, outmatched, and...

The chase continues—but the streets of Slavoka have other plans. ⚙️🧟‍♂️

As the party closes in on the thief who stole from Storehouse Nine, their path is blocked by something far more dangerous: rogue undead and a Grave Grinder gone berserk. Forced to fight for their lives in the alleys of Bankbutch, the Blood Cloaks meet two unlikely allies—Lenora Thrynn, a sharp-eyed inquisitor of the Faceless God, and Ellian, her quietly curious novice.

Secrets stir beneath the cobblestones, and each battle leaves more questions than answers.

🩸 Will they survive the night?
🕯️ Or are they just pawns in...

🕯️ Episode 3 – Stolen Sun | Fate Casters: Shadows of Stravia ⚔️

A mysterious break-in. A sacred artifact, stolen in the dead of night. And a city drowning in secrets.

In this episode, the Blood Cloaks are tasked with uncovering who dared to steal a relic tied to Stravia’s forgotten history. What begins as a quiet investigation leads to a chase through the shadowy docks—and a brush with restless undead.

🧛‍♀️ Corruption runs deep. Loyalties are tested. And the sun that once shined on Stravia may be more than just a memory…

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In Episode 2 of Shadows of Stravia: Spark of Rebellion, tensions rise as the Blood Cloaks face moral dilemmas, defiance in the streets, and whispers of rebellion stirring beneath Slavoka’s surface. Loyalties are tested, dark choices are made, and the lines between enforcer and villain begin to blur.

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🩸 Blood Tithes | Fate Casters: Shadows of Stravia | Episode 1 🩸

Welcome to the first episode of Fate Casters: Shadows of Stravia! 🎭🦇

In a city ruled by the undead, blood is currency, and rebellion brews beneath the surface. Tonight, we meet our Blood Cloaks—elite enforcers of Stravia’s vampiric lords—as they collect the dreaded blood tithe from the people of Slavoka. Each step through the rain-soaked streets reveals secrets, tension, and the weight of duty, but some among them may not be as loyal as they seem…

⚔️ Meet the Cast:
💀 Zelphira Skorn – A noble-born vampire with expec...