[Genesis]

months ago, when my blade had carved through that doomknight,
and he spoke of a past of cinders and plunders, wherein he was a victim,
i felt myself transported to my childhood.
i felt the warmth of war fire graze my cheeks again,
and i felt like he and i may not be so different.

perhaps, it meant that there is a version of myself in a different fate
that is as wicked and damned as he, irreparably broken.

and it alone made me believe
there are more like us, children to villages swallowed by shadow and ash

after we're done...

i wish to scour the remains for them
and give them something to identify with

A small unit of Goldlight henchmen is deployed from the Vigil with orders to help defend a nearby bastion from Atrellyan fire.

Though the fort survives, the villages nearby — bare and without walls to nestle them — suffer the brunt of the demonic invasions.

And so, this retinue does march to halt these other raids, carrying the banner of the Vigil... and armbands depicting a silver harrier.

Attendees: 4-5 of Goldlight.
Themes: Desolate, dark fantasy, mercenary bands, castle raids, burnt villages, wealds covered in soot, tattered banners, lost children.
DM: Searching for one.
Risk: Unsure, likely some variant of COD.