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Wrath of the Righteous #53+54: The Defense of Drezen

Our heroes defend the crucial city of Drezen from the demonic onslaught led by the marilith general Aponavicius. (-GM)

11th day of Arodus, 4728 AR

Killing the leader of the dragon army wasn’t going to be easy…

After routing one army, we decided it was time to move on to the next step of our war plan. However, killing the leader of the dragon army wasn’t going to be easy. Not only did we have the dragon himself to worry about, but there was also the issue of the succubus that was assisting him.

But luckily for us, we had the aforementioned plan. After scouting them out for a bit, we teleported into the middle of the army, hoping to do a quick and easy assault. Beckles ran up to the beast and began to pound it to a pulp with his fists, while Fella riddled it with arrows. I bewitched the demon, and our new companion Pinacra, Death’s Blade followed up by ripping out its heart upon her blade. All the while, the song of Sir Harold fueled our fervor and sped us to an unnatural extent.

Just as quickly as the battle had begun, it was over. We whisked ourselves back to Drezen and began to prepare for the siege. The demon army teleported to the hilltop a few miles from the city and began their approach.

I had a devious plan, but sadly there wasn’t enough time to enact it. The nuke would have to wait. Our attention was drawn to the basement of Citadel Drezen, where a series of unholy runes had begun to light up.

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Rappan Athuk #105: The Solution

In an unwritten chapter of our tale, the party miraculously survived a demon-goblin ambush, the party explored the remainder of their caves, finding altars to Orcus, treasure, and a revealing note. Bright Yilling also was murdered by a half-orc viking fighter, Grom-gil-Gorm, who stole his gear and joined the party…

(-GM)

29th day of Desnus, 4722 AR

Valestar looked up from the pile of treasure which lay before us in the chest of the once-leader of the goblins. The “compensation” we had received from this long and extremely eventful encounter was hardly worth the amount that was spent here. However, it did not matter, for a long-time bastion of the Prince of the Undead, the demon lord Orcus, was no more. The goblin priests of this abyssal city were among his most devout and brutal followers, never shying from the opportunity to spread his corruption. 

Among the treasure we had found a note from the persona “GC,” which we have interpreted as the Grand Cornu, which used to lead the Cult of Orcus in the ancient evil city of Tsar. In this letter he revealed that he had in fact given the goblins the balor demons who we had fought in the antechamber outside the room in anticipation of our eventual “return” to the city. Orcus and his followers have become aware of our party’s growing prowess. The challenges of the past will likely pale in comparison to what we are going to face in the future.

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Wrath of the Righteous #52: What Was Once a Beautiful Forest

In a missing chapter of our mythic heroes’ journey, the party returned from the Abyss and met Sir Harold, the new herald of Iomedae. Three weeks later, the demons launched their greatest assault yet, sending their three largest armies after the heroes and the citadel-city of Drezen. (-GM)

10th day of Arodus, 4728 AR

Carrock

I gazed at the army from the top of a collapsed mountain. Hundreds of treants had marched from their homeland to do battle with the forces of good. They were corrupted beyond return, and burning them was the only way to stop the destruction of Drezen. I told myself this as the wizards and I rained storms of fire upon them, but I didn’t believe it.

How could an aspect of nature be evil? Shouldn’t we work to cleanse the demonic taint inside them, rather than kill the innocent creatures whose only crime was to exist in the den of those we call “enemy”? What would the world be like if we chose to solve conflicts with kindness and compassion rather than wanton slaughter? Yet the fact remained that we lived in a world of mistrust and violence, where any sign of weakness would be exploited without mercy. So I fought along with all the others, and hoped that the smoke from my fires would obscure my tears.

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Rappan Athuk #103: The Ambush

In an unwritten chapter of our tale, the party decided to destroy Greznek, the goblin city deep within Rappan Athuk. They got more than they bargained for, as the goblins and hobgoblins were led by priests who seemed to have been granted favors by demons…

(-GM)

27th day of Kuthona, 4721 AR

In this chapter, the party pays another visit to the goblin city…

The session started in the middle of murdering hobgoblins which Deckard Cain defeated with jatembe’s ire and fireball. After most were weakened by Susurrus’ amazing ray of frost, DFSIFA shot six arrows, missing four and completely killing one of the flying hobgoblins. Suddenly, two large spellcaster hobgoblins came forward and one attempted to dispel my fly, but I still had my wings of flying. Then two smaller hobgoblins advanced and were pushed swiftly out of the air and into the Jatembe’s Ire. After this, an alchemist came at DFSIFA but failed to throw a bomb.

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Wrath of the Righteous #50: Made Whole

The party enters the heart of the Ineluctable Prison to reclaim Iomedae’s champion. (-GM)

19th day of Erastus, 4728 AR

The time had finally come to fulfill our mission and save Harold, at any cost. We navigated through the twisting halls of the prison, the maze burned into the back of my mind as I turned again and again. Soon, we reached an altar that would teleport us to Harold himself.

Moments later, we were in a great chamber, with black ash drifting through the air and pits of lava before us. We had been joined a bit earlier Arackthos, a mammoth rider who had been trapped within the prison, but he was disgruntled by the obstacle between us and our poor corrupted friend. Harold rose from the altar upon which he had been resting and leveled two glaives at us.

“Foolish mortals, you are too late. Your blood will wet the last step I take to ascension. Your time is up.”

He flew at us, a swirling whirlwind of blades and death. Beckles leaped into the fray, unleashing a powerful barrage of punches. Nunya blessed the party and holy light surged around us. Fella shot arrow after arrow into Harold, yet still he remained standing. Meanwhile, demons crept out of the shadows and began to let out unholy shrieks, bringing the mammoth to its knees and staggering the rest of us. I tried to obliterate Harold, but I could not overcome the incarnation of Baphomet’s will.

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Rappan Athuk #101: When the Dead Speak

A hunt begins, and the party defends itself against its accusers. The slayer-cum-scribe Death from Somewhere Irrelevantly Far Away tells their tale.

(-GM)

4th day of Kuthona, 4721 AR

An ancient prophecy on display referenced walls of color.

Two extreme battles took place this past week. I left off last time right after Bright Yilling had slain the Second of Orcus, Maphistal. There still remained two Balor Demons and a couple of Winterwights. It only took us 30 seconds to dispose of them and collect what little loot there was.

But that is not what mattered, we had slain Maphistal, one of Orcus’s lieutenants. We decided that the best course of action to achieve our goal of killing Orcus would be to slay his greatest allies first. We set our sights on Sonechard, General of Orcus. Even our wizard, Susurrus of the Wind, knew very little about him.

In hopes of learning more, we went to a library in the capital Nerosyan. The library provided us with some basic knowledge of Sonechard’s power, place of residence, and his tactics in combat. Something else that caught our eye was an ancient prophecy on display. In the text it referenced walls of color.

Colored wall sounded familiar to me. I thought back to our recent adventures. It only took me a few seconds to remember the Prismatic Wall puzzle that was down on the level with the big Orcus temple. As I explained what I remembered, the party nodded their heads in agreement, remembering the area and declaring that that was where we were going next.

On our way out of the museum, however, an arrow flew out of nowhere and struck Susurrus right in the side of the head. However, because of my robe of eyes I was able to see that the arrow came out of a slit in the wall, on the second story of an opera house. Valestar’s companion griffon flew him up to the arrow slit in a matter of seconds, but our paladin was only able to catch a glance of two figures. One was an elf, holding the bow that had just loosed an arrow at our wizard. The other was a bearded human with a purple cloak on.

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Wrath of the Righteous #49: The Foggy Bottom Boys Heist

The party had received information useful for rescuing Iomedae’s Herald from a most evil source: Alderpash, the Runelord of Wrath, who might be free from the Ineluctable Prison if they carried out their plan. The party ties up this loose end… (-GM)

18th day of Erastus, 4728 AR

Inger-Maggor a.k.a. Inigo Montoya

With entry into the prison gained, there was only one thing for our heroes to do before rescuing Harold. A certain someone had some very nice things that had been in his possession for a few millennia too long. Our heroes realized that they could help the world by liquidizing these artifacts and putting them on the market to benefit society at large.

It began with a plan, as all good heists do, and it was executed with a level of precision that has become a defining feature of the party. Sigarda obscured the entire wing of the prison with magical mist and the party split up as The Incredible Fella crept into the AO. Everything was running smoothly until Sigarda heard a thumping noise, loud footsteps that sounded familiar except that they didn’t belong to a statue.

From the mist they heard a man call out, “My name, is Inigo Montoya. You killed my dragon. Prepare to die.” “Beat it punk before I do the same to you,” Sigarda replied. “We are in the middle of something right now and I really can’t be bothered to deal with you right now.” The man attacked but the party ignored him and the newly animated dragon and kept moving.

“MY NAME IS INIGO MONTOYA! YOU KILLED MY DRAGON! PREPARE TO DIE!” He yelled after them.

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