Return to Rabenstein Island, Elementals, & a New Friend

Summary of Events (6/15/2025):

Our heroes emerged from mystic currents onto the snow-covered grounds of Blustein Manor. The ancient estate loomed before them on Rabenstein Island, its windows dark as empty eye sockets, its chimneys belching black smoke into the gray winter sky.

But danger awaited in the pristine snow.

Earth Elementals – creatures of stone and primal fury – erupted from the frozen courtyard. Summoned by unknown enemies who had anticipated the heroes’ return, these titans of rock and malice crackling with eldritch energy rose to block their path. A battle ensued beneath the winter sky.

Kiren fed a bit of her magic into her cloak of the bat and soared invisible into the night are upon the wings that her cloak formed itself into. Her blade finding purchase in rocky protuberances of the elementals below her before she vanished again into shadow before they could strike back.

Mutu, righteous fury burning bright, called upon divine power. His blade, Sarenrae’s Justice, shattered stone and sent gravel spraying like the wrath of gods.

Charles summoned pillars of holy flame that descended like the very judgment of the heavens, melt the stone of the bound elementals until cracked or liquefied under divine wrath of his goddess.

Diana and her loyal companion Him struck with the cold precision of death itself, each blow calculated, each movement bringing their foes closer to their final rest.

When the last elemental crumbled to dust, a deeper evil revealed itself. Beneath the snow lay a circle of dark stones – Wyrstones bound with ancient runes. From the frozen earth clawed Thornwick, a tiny Fey creature who had struck a terrible bargain with the witch Witherbloom.

In her desperation, Thornwick had agreed to bind the Earth Elementals to their task and feed the circle’s power with her own magic until Witherbloom had released her from the task. Since she had been corrupted by black sand that burned through her veins and in exchange for this task Witherbloom had promised a cure for her affliction. But a Fey’s promise can be as dangerous as a mortal lie.

The heroes’ combined effort using Charles grace for freeing bound souls gifted to him by Sarenrae and Mutu goddess given gift for granting redemption through the laying of hands freed the small creature from her cursed bonds. But Witherbloom left a hidden curse, dormant and waiting for such a possibility. And Black sinuous tendrils covered with tiny gnashing mouths burst from the earth, seeking to reclaim Thornwick and pull her back into the cold dark soil.

Kiren cas forbidding ward on Thornwick to shield her from this insidious curse, while Charles cast holy regeneration on her to stop the nauseating tendrils from burrowing into her flesh. While Mutu charged forward and physical stopped her from being pulled back into the earth just long enough for Diana teleport both Thornwick and him out of the clutches of Witherbloom’s curse. And then flame and righteousness prevailed as Charles’s divine fire burned away the blasphemous curse, leaving only cleansed earth and scattered stone.

In gratitude, Thornwick used the last of her strength to send a false message to Witherbloom through root and branch – warning that the “marked ones” were merely birds, not the heroes Witherbloom awaited. With a burst of glittering spores, she merged with a withered tree and vanished, seeking refuge far from this cursed place.

The battle had uncovered something unexpected for our heroes found a solitary glove that a alchemist might use. Made of thick durable leather with the letters E.R. stitched upon it in silver thread. Oddly enough while burned and battered the fingertips were not blackened by fire or the violence of their battle with the Elementals but by something far more sinister.

But as our heroes stood victorious in the growing dusk, new arrivals emerged from the winter mist. Two boats had appeared at their dock – the first bearing figures in dark traveling clothes, the second laden with wooden crates and canvas-covered supplies.

Who were these strangers? What did they seek? Were they allies… or enemies drawn by the night’s violent echoes?


The winter wind carried whispers of destiny, and our heroes prepared to face whatever shadows the gathering darkness might bring.