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RAVEN'S GAMBIT | Episode 58: Whispers in the Dark


RAVEN'S GAMBIT | VELLA | 2025

After the harrowing encounter with the false Acererak, the shattered party limped their way back to the chapel. No one spoke of Kaela, Kael, or Kaelen. Their names hung unspoken in the misty air, too sacred—or too painful—to break the silence.


The golden couch had been discarded. The relics looted. The shattered mace lay forgotten near the ashes of the vanished lich. Tessa had carefully marked the location of the last remaining secret door. But for now, their only priority was rest.


In the gloom of the temple chamber, the pews became makeshift bedding. Bandages were wrapped, salves were spread, and what little healing remained was carefully rationed among the wounded. No one emerged unscathed. Every breath carried the weight of loss.


But in the darkness, humanity remained.


Tessa ‘Quickfingers’ Vell reached out to Bran ‘Brick’ McGraw, her hand brushing his along the pew’s edge. Their eyes met. No words…


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RAVEN’S GAMBIT | Episode 57: Feathers Bound, Shadows Watch

RAVEN'S GAMBIT | VELLA | 2025

Keraptis turned from the chained god, his robes hissing like serpents across the obsidian floor of the prison. The portal pulsed behind him, an ever-watching eye that tracked the dwindling flame of Raven’s champions in the Tomb of Horrors. His back to the god, he whispered incantations, binding chains of light tighter with each pass of his fingers.


Raven sagged slightly in the bindings. They burned, yes—but he had endured worse. The pain wasn’t what weakened him.


It was the silence.


The voice—the divine connection to his chosen—was muted. He could still feel them. Like flickers of candlelight in the far corners of a darkened house. But he could no longer reach them. No longer whisper warnings, no longer lace their dreams with hints or guide their instincts. It was like watching them balance on a blade’s edge, blindfolded and bleeding.


And yet… he smiled.


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RAVEN'S GAMBIT | Episode 56: Summoned

RAVEN'S GAMBIT | VELLA | 2025

Keraptis sat in silence, the air around him dense with latent power. His scrying pool rippled with afterimages of fire and shadow. Zahur the Flame-Sworn had been tended to and dismissed, his wounds scabbed by flame and soot. Now, only the crackle of arcane wards and the slow ticking of time remained.


The chamber was not of this world—a fold between reality and the arcane. Glyphs pulsed along every surface. Keraptis stood slowly and approached the blackened altar in the center, placing his hand over an obsidian relic.


"Come, Raven," he whispered. "Let us parley."


The name alone summoned a breeze of divine consequence. Shadows bent. Light flickered. And then he appeared.


Raven materialized in a swirl of violet smoke and moonlight, a figure draped in midnight-blue robes, his eyes like wells of starlight.


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RAVEN'S GAMBIT | Episode 55 – The Golden Couch of Death

RAVEN'S GAMBIT | VELLA | 2025

The smell of ash and damp rot greeted them at the bottom of the stairs. The last tendrils of conjured mist clung to their boots like frightened children refusing to let go.


They stepped into a chamber dressed in decay.


The crypt was a mausoleum of forgotten opulence. Ancient rotting divans sagged beneath mold and dust, shattered chairs sat like broken bones around the room’s edge, and scraps of once-splendid tapestries clung to stone walls like the shedding skin of something old and angry. In the center, perched with an uncanny pride, was a couch gilded in the thinnest layer of gold leaf, glinting like a false sunrise in the gloom.


And on it… lay a corpse. Wrapped in ornate funerary linens, a gold crown resting askew on its mummified brow. A jade coffer rested reverently at the foot of the couch, as though it were a tribute—or a trap.


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RAVEN'S GAMBIT | Episode 54: False God, True Terror


RAVEN'S GAMBIT | VELLA | 2025

The obsidian throne of Keraptis sat high atop a dais carved from a mountain of bone. It pulsed faintly with magic—the stones themselves feeding off the anguish long soaked into the walls. Zahur the Flame-Sworn materialized in a blaze of crimson fire, collapsing to one knee with smoke curling from his seared flesh and scorched beard. His eyes remained low, but his voice was clear.


“My lord… the relics remain lost. Rashoon is dead. The mortals are stronger than expected. Blackrazor has bonded with one of them.”

The chamber fell silent.


Keraptis leaned forward. His pale eyes burned with ageless fury, twin suns gone cold. Then his voice rolled forth like a glacier cracking.


“Fools… all of you.”


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RAVEN'S GAMBIT | Episode 53: The Screaming Corridor


RAVEN'S GAMBIT | VELLA | 2025

The new corridor loomed before them, a yawning passage shaped like a cone and filled with a wedge of unmoving stone—massive, ancient, and deliberately foreboding.


The group pressed on, descending the cracked stairwell beyond the passage and entering a westward-leading hallway, tension thick as the crypt dust that clung to every surface. Tessa crouched low, her gloved fingers ghosting across the stones as her eyes narrowed.


“Hold,” she whispered, then again, louder. “Hold!”


Before them, three separate points in the floor looked innocuous. Ordinary, even. But to her trained eye, they were death.


“Trapdoors. Three of them. Old but active. Just give me a moment.”


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RAVEN'S GAMBIT | Episode 52: The Coin, the Ring, and the Wrath of Marcus

RAVEN'S GAMBIT | VELLA | 2025

Marcus was fuming.


“None of you,” he growled, glaring at the collection of wizards, sorcerers, and mystics, “have anything that can undo this?! Nothing?! Not even a bloody scroll?!”


Elowyn shrugged helplessly. “My magic is druidic, not... whatever that was.”


Kaela Virell offered a sheepish smile. “Transmutation reversal requires a wish spell or… divine intervention.”


“Divine intervention?! You want me to pray my balls back?!”


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RAVEN'S GAMBIT | Episode 51: Sanctum of the Shifting Soul

RAVEN'S GAMBIT | VELLA | 2025

The crawlspace seemed endless.


Their hands scraped along stone polished smooth by time and repetition. Their breath grew shallow. Joints ached. Sweat beaded. Crawling single file in choking silence, every minute felt like a lifetime.


“I swear this thing curves back on itself,” Khopesh muttered.


“You don’t breathe,” Tessa replied, muffled, “so don’t complain.”

Theron chuckled softly. “Says the rogue who’s been in front for an hour.”


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RAVEN'S GAMBIT | Episode 50: Whispers in the Blade


RAVEN'S GAMBIT | VELLA | 2025

They rested in silence, a silence so thick it felt like the dungeon itself was holding its breath.


No one spoke of Seren’s death. Not yet. Not here.


The only sound in the chamber was the soft rasp of cloth on skin as wounds were bound with scraps of linen and whispered apologies. The party was battered. Their healer was gone. Their hope felt worn thin.


Theron Blackroot sat apart from the group, his back against a cold stone wall. Before him, laid across his knees, was Blackrazor—no longer the eerie relic of myth, but now a strange and seductive companion.


The blade gleamed like a window into a starless void. Not empty. No. Alive. Pinpricks of starlight shifted beneath its obsidian surface like distant suns pulled into a slow, infinite spiral.


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