DnD Las Tablas

The shadows stretched long across the sinister woods as Draven Stonefist, Kara Nightshade, Lirael Blackthorn, Nyx Valtora, and Thorne Bloodhammer approached the ruined Temple of Bane. Sent by Kara's mother, Vera Nightshade, the leader of the Nightshade cult, their mission was clear: recover the Obsidian Crown before it could be used to summon a demon from the Abyss. The crown held immense power, and it couldn't be left in possession of the Hand of Malgorath cult. The air was heavy with purpose as they reached the temple near dusk, shrouded in the eerie silence of anticipation. Their approach was meant to be stealthy, but the echo of their footsteps alerted the skeletal guards stationed at the temple’s entrance. A brief but fierce struggle followed. The skeletons, clad in rusted armor and wielding ancient weapons, advanced, their empty eye sockets gleaming with unnatural light. The adventurers, led by Kara, dispatched four skeletons with practiced ease, but reinforcements soon a...

The Emerald Enclave had always been known for its guardianship over nature’s balance, and none were more dedicated than the band of five halfling rangers—Doran Tallfellow, Lyle Goodbarrel, Mira Greenbottle, Perrin Tealeaf, and Tobin Underbough. These brave souls had ventured to the far reaches of the Sword Coast, serving the wilds with unwavering devotion. But on this occasion, the wild had turned against them. A dire plea had reached their ears from a small halfling farming settlement known as Silvercrest, where terror had come under the cover of night, in the form of ravenous dire wolves. The rangers made their way to Silvercrest, their hearts heavy with the responsibility to protect their kin. Upon arrival, they were greeted by the weathered face of Elder Meric, the village leader. His voice trembled as he explained the peril that had befallen the village—nightly raids by packs of dire wolves, relentless in their hunger, had decimated livestock and left the halfling villagers in fea...

A Psionic Dream Years ago, a group of students, led by their ambitious mentor Master Stevens, accidentally tore a hole into the Far Realm, an inter dimensional breach that led to their expulsion from the academy and the ruin of their magical futures. Now, as fighters who’ve left their magical training behind, they’ve received a psionic dream from Master Stevens, who implores them to return to their old school, which is once again being threatened by the breach they created. The dream was no mere hallucination. The breach was making a comeback, and the chaotic forces leaking from the Far Realm were threatening to destabilize the material plane. With little choice, the five companions reunited, determined to fix what they had once broken—this time, for good. Hellhounds and the Twisted Tree Their journey took them to the overgrown ruins of their old academy, now shrouded in dark energy. As they approached the decaying grounds, they were ambushed by five ferocious hell hounds. These sha...

In the murky underbelly of Waterdeep, five monks of the Whispering Veil were dispatched to perform a task steeped in deception and intrigue—assassinate Arlin Coldwave, a notorious smuggler flooding the city with narcotics. Brother Ansel, Sister Elda, Brother Korran, Brother Taro, and Sister Nyssa moved under the cover of night, but their attempt to silently infiltrate Arlin’s fortified mansion met immediate resistance. Three vicious guard dogs fell beneath their blows, and one unfortunate smuggler was silenced, yet their presence was exposed. As reinforcements poured from the mansion, a nearby citizen raised the alarm, and the group was forced to flee, cursing the loss of their stealth advantage. Returning to the Whispering Veil’s secret temple, they faced the wrath of Sister Silvara. The leader of the Veil was unforgiving, lashing them with words for failing the mission. Determined to regain their standing, the group planned another strike the following night. This time, they slipped ...