The Wandering Isles - Session 39

The group faced a formidable enemy, pushing themselves to the limit as they fought to bring the raging inferno under control. The battle was fast, brutal, and relentless, with each of them playing a part in ensuring their survival. Through precision, skill, and unwavering resolve, they managed to bring the threat to its knees, revealing something—someone—beneath the flames.

But the fight was only one part of the night’s trials. In the aftermath, difficult choices had to be made. A decision between life and death, a desperate plea answered by forces beyond understanding, and the weight of loss settling heavily upon their shoulders. As they recovered, hidden truths surfaced—secrets buried in fire and shadow, evidence of destruction that stretched far beyond what they had known.

With their task complete, they turned their eyes homeward. Wounds were tended, debts repaid, and goodbyes spoken. The road took them through familiar places, back to old friends, and eventually to the halls of the Arcanum. But as they stepped onto the grounds, something was different. Their return was not just the closing of a journey—it was a shift. They were not the same as when they had left.

A final visit to a place of remembrance revealed something new—something strange and beautiful growing where grief had once stood untouched. A quiet moment in the fading light.

And then, rest.

For the first time in what felt like forever, they could finally close their eyes without the weight of what lay ahead.

At least for now.