After defeating Threshold’s guardians, the heroes plumbed into the mage prison that straddled the City of Locusts (Iz) on their world and Deskari’s Abyssal realm. They lay low enormous and powerful mythical creatures and planted “dimension bombs” on both sides of the portal to prepare their ritual to close the Worldwound. They now talked to the spirit of Opon, who had been duped into helping Areelu Vorlesh open the Worldwound a century ago. The party plant, Nunya, concludes their epic. (-GM)
14th day of Arodus, 4728 AR
“Areelu told me the ritual would free us,” said the spirit who had been entrapped for over a century. “I didn’t realize it would free a vast horde of bloodthirsty demons as well.”
“Don’t be ashamed,” I replied. “You were just a victim of circumstance. Your criminal record, on the other hand, is a different story. It says here that you were sentenced to life in prison. And you are, technically, still alive. Bye.” We proceeded to forget his existence.
We scoured the building for places we could dimensionally lock. The scholars said we should put three of them on each side of the Wound, but we only had, like, two on each side. Where were the other two conjuration hotspots? Just as we were nearing the answer to this puzzle, an armada of elite demons assaulted us, which, in addition to breaking the unwritten rules of informal gatherings, collided heavily with our delicate train of depuzzling thought.