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Amarelle[edit | edit source]

Amarelle is the name of a fictional world created by students at Ravendean High.

You all live in a world known as Amarelle. This is a place of magic and intrigue and wonder, but mostly, it’s a place of danger. For longer than anyone can remember, there was simply the Chaos: a bloody, terrifying, never-ending cycle of monsters and violence. But out of this battle, people came, and with them, came civilizations. Small civilizations, at first: one building. Then two. Then a dozen. Soon, there were towns. And then, there were cities. Many different peoples made these places home, some coexisting peacefully, some shutting outsiders away. The cities, towns, villages, these are places of safety, at least temporarily. But beyond the city walls - beware. The Chaos still reigns. - Jules to his players

NPCs[edit | edit source]

  • Marionne, Human Knight of Dion - God of Revelry and Welcome
  • Clay, Dwarven Champion of Alan - God of Light
  • Elizanna, Halfling Sister of Tariel - Goddess of Earth & its Riches
  • Caster, Human Reverend of Zia - Goddess of Hearth and Civilization
  • Thrash, Elven Father of ????? - will not answer
  • Mr. Booties
  • Stinger, a Fairy, and Prixe, a Shade - don’t want to speak to Jarvis or Trixie, avoid them whenever possible
  • Lord Adrian Allcourt, elder brother to Lady Allice, of the Northern City of Elsewhere.
  • Axel, human member of the Order of the Silent Sword
  • An undead whose mask covers a skeleton-like face and who smells of perfume to hide the scent. Perhaps seeking revenge on a family member who murdered them or had them murdered.
  • Guards: black chainmail over red tunics, black masks
  • Cursed masks, poisoned and unable to be removed. Need to discover who cast the curse.

Monsters[edit | edit source]

  • Angels with swords of flames
    • “So was it written that the heavens opened up to Avra’hal and did an angel from the clouds emerge to speak unto her and so did it appear to her as her firstborn daughter—beautiful, of ebon skin and golden eyes—and did Avra’hal weep to see it. ‘Be not afraid,’ it commanded her. ‘Go to the villages I have shown you in your dreams and unto them show the word I have written on your soul.’ Avra’hal wept and wept and did agree to do this and did take up her sword and tome and did into the villages go, a great thirst for blood on her lips for the word the angel wrote upon the soul of Avra’hal was ‘kill’.”
  • Corrupters
    • Surely, my good man, you must know why I am here. Must know who I am. You said the words. You spilled the blood and followed the instructions almost to the letter. Your pronunciation was a bit off but that’s to be expected. I’ve come to give you what you’ve always wanted, friend. Glory, love, money? Paltry things when you’ve the vaults of hell to plumb. Don’t look so shocked, you knew what this was. You have but one thing we desire. Promise it to us, and the world shall be yours for the taking. Trust me.
  • Hell Hounds
    • When one reneges on a deal, does not the debtor come for payment? Does the owed party not send someone to collect what is due? So too with the Powers Below. They only want what is theirs. A howling pack of shadows, flame and jagged bone, driven by the hunting horn. They will not cease, they cannot be evaded.
  • Ankhegs
    • A hide like plate armor and great crushing mandibles are problematic. A stomach full of acid that can burn a hole through a stone wall makes them all the worse. They’d be bad enough if they were proper insect-sized, but these things have the gall to be as long as any given horse. It’s just not natural! Good thing they tend to stick to one place? Easy for you to say—you don’t have an ankheg living under your corn field
  • Cloakers
    • Don’t put on that cloak, Gareth. Don’t. You don’t know where it’s been. I tell you, it’s no good. See! It moved! I’m not mad, Gareth, it moved! Don’t do it! No! GARETH! Instinct: To engulf
  • Fire Beetles
    • Scarabaeus pyractomena! What a delightful creature—see how its carapace glitters in the light of our torches? Not too close now, they’re temperamental, you see. The fire in their belly isn’t just metaphorical, no. Watch as I goad the beast. Aha! A spout of flame! Unexpected, isn’t it? One of these creatures alone, if it comes up from below, can be a hellish nuisance to a farmstead or village. A whole swarm? There’s a reason they call it a conflagration of fire beetles.
  • Rot Grub
    • They live in your skin. Or your organ meat. Or your eyeballs. They grow there and then, in a bloody and horrific display, burrow their way out. Disgusting.
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