Fate Casters: Shadows of Stravia

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 ha...

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:...

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. Con...

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, dri...

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 a...

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 cl...

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 libr...

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 extracurricula...

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 clea...

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...

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 a...

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...

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...

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 moo...

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...

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 Requie...

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.    ⚔️ New episodes every week — subscribe and join the rebellion.#DND   #ShadowsOfStravia #DNDActualPlay #FateCasters #DarkFantasyDnD #DungeonsAndDragons #VampirePolitics #BorislavT...

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. ⚔️ New episodes every week — subscribe and join the rebellion.#DND  #ShadowsOfStravia #DNDActualPlay #FateCasters #DarkFantasyDnD #Dungeo...

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. ⚔️ New episodes every week — subscribe and join the rebellion.#DND  #ShadowsOfStravia #DNDActualPlay #FateCasters #DarkFantasyDnD #DungeonsAndDragons...

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. ⚔️ New episodes every week —...

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 quest...

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...

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 Traghou...

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....

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. ⚔️ New episodes every week — subscribe and join th...