The Warden's Defeat and the Warlock's Ruin

Deep within the lightless corridors of the dungeon, the clash of steel and the crackle of eldritch energy finally fall silent. The four rangers, who guarded the perimeter with deadly precision, lie defeated near their master's ritual circle. The warlock, his pact broken by your blades, has left behind a trove of gear suited for both the wilderness and the dark arts. Scattered across a heavy oak table are maps of the surrounding woods and a collection of trinkets gathered from their raids. The air still smells of ozone and pine needles, a lingering reminder of the magic that once permeated this chamber.