Wrath of the Righteous #43: Liberators

03 Feb

Freed from their cell, the party continued their search for Iomedae’s Herald. They now wandered the labyrinthine maze of the Ineluctable Prison, itself an extradimensional space within the maze-realm of Baphomet. (-GM)

15th day of Erastus, 4728 AR

A picture from when the party arrived in the Ivory Labyrinth. Just placing it here because it’s cool =P -GM

After dealing with our captors we were finally free to explore the prison. Screams echoed through the chambers of rough stone, seeming to emanate from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. Most of the cells we passed were empty or filled with raving husks. However, we did find one sane soul amidst the madness. She looked up at Nunya with hollow eyes. She whispered something, just slightly too low for us to catch. Nunya’s brow creased, and he leaned forward.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He gently asked the girl.

“I said kill me. Please. End me. I’ve been here for so long. Let me go. Let me die.letmedieohgodplease….”

She deteriorated into muttering. We were taken aback by the suffering that this one woman had endured. Even my cold dead heart was moved by the pitiful creature before us. Luckily, we were able to convince her that we weren’t her former tormenters, and with relief and gratitude on her face she was plane-shifted back to her home.

The upasunda asura

Pressing onward, we encountered a chamber different from the others. Within, cries of pain mixed with sadistic laughter. Peeking around the corner, The Incredible Fella saw a multilimbed Oompa Loompa being tortured by Doug Dimma demon, owner of the Dimsdale Dimma dome. Doug and his companion were twisting the poor creature upon a specialized rack, and I was jealous that I wasn’t the one doing the twisting.

We burst into the room, shocking Doug from the task at hand. Beckles ran forward and began to clobber the fellas senseless. Arrow after arrow whistled through the air and found their marks among the flesh of Doug.

I took a moment among the chaos to confront my own mortality, as I saw a vision of my own death occurring a mere week in the future. So many degenerates, so little time. I suppose the phrase “No rest for the wicked” truly is accurate.

Shaking myself from my reverie, I saw that Doug had decided to call for reinforcements before he died. Why couldn’t he just die without a fuss like the rest of us? I uttered a quick prayer for his eternal damnation before resuming the fight.

At that moment the Cavalry arrived, as two demons with gigantic heads swept their way into the room. However, Monstrous size alone holds no intrinsic merit, unless inordinate exsanguination be considered a virtue. Their deaths were quick and painless.

Just kidding. I drove one of the demons mad with rage while the other was pummeled by fist and arrow courtesy of Beckles and Fella. Throughout the entire affair, Nunya attempted to comfort the Oompa Loompa, unaware that there was no possibility of her survival. When the dust finally settled we were surrounded by the corpses of the demons.

Her demodand tormentor

Nunya argued that we should spare the Oompas life, but we quickly converted her to our point of view by having Beckles hold her back while I slit the creature’s throat and performed a couple of… *ahem*… rituals in order to prove my loyalty to Mazmezz.

As we progressed further into the prison, trying to find our proverbial needle within this hellscape of a haystack, we encountered more and more abominations.

These other Demon lords have really fallen on tough times. It seems these days that they’ll accept any half-blood fiend willing to devote his life and eternal soul to the cause. It’s really just sad to watch. The abyss really used to be a place of culture. I remember back in the good old days when being damned actually meant something. But I stray too far. In a torturer’s office, we encountered some notes in a locked room. Within the bloodstained pages, we saw the name Alderpash, the ancient Runelord of Wrath.

None of us could have expected that one of their kind would be locked within this place along with Harold. There was still so much to be discovered within this cage. However, it would have to wait until I had got some shut-eye and dreamed of poking out a few un-shut eyes.

Till next time,
This is Sigarda,
Signing off.


Barca, merfolk conjurer 15 (archmage)
Beckles strix brawler 16 (champion)
Orog the Demon Butcher, half-orc fighter 16 (champion)
The Incredible Fella, human ranger 6 / diviner wizard 1 / arcane archer 7 / slayer 2 (champion)
Nunya, gnome spirit-guide oracle 16 (hierophant)
Sigarda, ratfolk hagbound witch 11 / demoniac 5 (archmage)

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