Session 32: Vog Mor Report

General Summary

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Vog Mor lets out an inhuman roar as the minions within his private sanctum burst forward, crawling over one another to push forward as the demonic abomination clenches his fist, with tentacles bursting forth from the walls, covered in a black ichor, attacking many of those gathered, including one that slams Ragia Raflesia even in the back line.
Nahemah batters away two of the tentacles with her quarterstaff, while it begins to glow while she chants. "The Radiant Goddess provides Divine Protection for her Devout, Sacred Summons who shall defend against the evil! Come forth, Hound Archon!" She says before slamming her staff into the ground, a circle of divine magic blazing itself upon the ground, as a six foot tall, sword bearing holy gladiator with the head of a hound appears before her.
It takes its massive sword and swings back at a third tentacle propping down from the ceiling, and barely grazes what looks like it could have decapitated a man with a single strike.
Meanwhile, Ayame stands atop Sebastian, standing at the front line, beating back the abyssal minions before him while Ayame takes one out of midair from sebastians slam, tossing it at Vog Mor, before it splatters harmlessly into a pile of viscera against his body.
Eleanor's pupils visibly glow as she swings her axe at a nearby minion and cleaves it in two while Ragia stands back up, taking a step back as she mutters a small incantation, snapping her fingers as a red pearl gets tossed far behind eenemy lines, vaporizing the servitors of Vog Mor. Vog Mor lets out a great yell as his wounds begin to unsinge themselves, but the sickening smell of burnt, rotten meat and hair wafts throughout the cavern.
A few of the others commit as well. The orcs and the rings of iron thugs work together, forming a wall to keep back the newly encroaching hoard, doing whatever they can to keep Ragia safe after such a monstrous blow. Ironcrow casting a spell to help himself, and Tarmalac joining the fighters upfront as well. Vadgral takes a stance beside Ragia, giving her a snort. "Can you do that again?" She says as Ragia gives a light nod. "Good." She says, holding out her sword. "Ill protect you from those tentacles then... keep it up."
As ragia gives a nod, and gets their next spell ready, Vadgral is slammed from behind. Nazzek, a bleeding mess of an orc, looks to have died and come back, his eyes blank, as he stands over Vadgral. "The fuck?!" Cries Vadgral as they begin to fight one another.
Ofec, having been in the corner the entire time, stands up holding a dagger, charging at Tarmalac, and tries to stab him in the back, but Tamalac jumps out of the way, elbowing Ofec in the cheek. "FUCK off you little SHIT!" He calls out as Ofec just screams in pain.
The servitors swarm back from behind Vog Mor to the front line, attacking everyone they can see, with Eleanor and sebastian holding strong, but one of the iron rings and the blood orcs getting killed int he resulting chaos, before immediately coming back to life as one of the servitors, and joining in the attacks as well.
Vog Mor himself raises his arms, letting out short, quick steps from his spindly legs. though quick in his movements, his heavy body shakes the cavern walls, as it reverberates to underneeth both Naomi and Ragia, the floor rocking them back and forth like a ship in rough seas. As they waver and nearly loose balance, Naomi suddenly has three tentacles swat at her again. She tries to fend them off, as does her archon, triying to swat at it, but the ground itself bouncing has it simply clang off of the tentacle as nahemah gets swat from three sides in a barrage.
Naomi spits some blood out of her mouth, some bruises appearing over her skin as she reaches inside of her clerical vestments and pulls out her medal of Gallantry, holding it aloft as a hampster that was holding onto it drops onto the ground, and runs away from the combat, towards the rings of iron camp. A golden hazy loud beings to surround Naomi and the archon.
Hearing the barrage against Nahemah behind her Eleanor swings her axe in a wide arc behind her, severing one of the tentacles that slammed against her friend, before bringing it back against an onslaught of attacks from the servitors before her, pushing them back with a roar.
Sebastian meanwhile pushes back on all fronts from both the servitors and the tentacles that were trying to slam against him. Ayame stands atop her iron fortress, and calls out to Eleanor. "Drop your greataxe!" She cries out as Eleanor throws it up. Ayame swipes her hand through the air as it suddenly changes direction and hits Vog Mor, who roars in anger as his face is gouged into by an axe. But as suddenly as it hits him, it reappears in Eleanors face as she severs the head of another servitor.
Ragia gives a light sniff, waving her head from the smell of burnt flesh and cats another spell, this time muttering archaic words and slowly lifting up her hands as black tentacles spike up underneeth the servitors and Vog Mor himself, entangling them as the front line gets a light breather.
Tarmalac swings around with his rapier, slicing Ofec's throat with a wave of his hand as the apprentice wizard gasps for air, falling to the ground. A few stray attacks here and there are used against vog mor as Vadgral and Nezzek clash with one another, with Nazzek's axe catching hold into the orc womans gut as she lets out a gasp. The blood orcs and the iron rings swiftly dispatching more of the servitors as the tide of battle seems to be going in their favor.
Vog Mor seems to disagree with this sentiment however, as his spindly legs are more powerful than the tendrils that Ragia summoned as he approaches the front line, and strikes down at a blood orc with one of his tentacle like arms, instantly crushing the orcs spine before throwing the paralized orc into his maw, crunching down on it as his wounds seem to start closing up quickly.
The tentacles quickly swipe around the arena, this time attempting to slam into Sebastian, but he grips onto them to prevent them from moving as the hound archon approaches, nearly severing a tentacle as Nahemah starts to chant again, pointing her staff at Vog Mor. A golden stream of energy twirls around it, with ominous dark bolts of black lightning crackling througout the holy light. "The evil are not only hunted down by the righteous, but are hounded by the strings of fate. May their swords slide harmlessly off the good, may their magics fizzle into the void." She says as the stream of light shoots at Vog Mor, striking him in the chest as black bolts of lightning crackle around his flesh.
Throughout this, Eleanor seems to get more and more frantic as she lets loose a cry of fury. With Vog Mor beside her, she slams down her axe as it severs one of Vog Mor's spindly legs. It is then that she hears something inside her, a voice, as the creature looks directly at her. "Oh, you are almost one of mine... Interesting..." Says Vog Mor.
His eyes remain on Eleanor even while Ayame picks up another weapon nearby, tossing it to the back of his head, while Ragia casts another fireball, damaging the rest of the servitors as Vog Mor's allies are all truely dead and gone.
"Lets settle this proper." Vog Mor says as Tarmalac cries out. "CHARGE! We can do this!" He calls out as the tentacles in the walls and ceiling retract. Before anyone can take a step however, He swings his arm, now twice its normal size as it forms the shape of a giant hand, grabbing Tarmalac, the remaining orcs minions, iron ring thugs, and bruno, while the party ducks and Lidia duck, and Vadgral gets slammed in the head by the but of Nezzek's weapon.
The sounds of screams are silenced as they all get swept up and dropped into Vog Mor's maw, which opens wide before clamping shut, with blood splattering from them like disturbing water baloons, with viscera coating every surface, even Eleanor and Sebastian. "Now we can fight on even ground, abomination."
Eleanor lets out a growl at Vog Mor. "Look who's fucking talking." She says, but looks down to her blood coated hand. Coated in the blood of those who were, even if temporary, allies. Her hand shakes from her rage, as she looks in the direction of Nahemah. "Y'all, Im going to do something real wierd and real scary." She says through gritted teeth, her own head shaking. "Promise ya won't try to kill me for it if ya can help it." She says looking back to Vog Mor.
"W-why would I you're one of my friends, do you think this is the time for this!?"
Eleanors eyes turn back to Vog Mor, his voice still ringing in her head. 'Abomination' She remembers as she lets out a low, sullen laughter. Before everyone's eyes, Eleanor's skin starts to shift to an inky purple. Something writhes underneeth her skin as her hair color shifts from its normal white to a putrecent black. Her skin begins to form dark strands of pulsing flesh and visible colorless muscle sinew. The pain and rage wracking her body, Eleanor's sullen laughter slowly turn into a maniacle cackle as she looses herself in her disturbing form, her red eyes open wide multiplying over her face while her teeth sharpen and her smile goes into an unnaturally wide grin. She grips onto Cassandra as her arms become fleshy, and beast like as the shaft of Cassandra extends, and distorts along with Eleaor, turning into a sickly looking Glaive, Gladiolus. The maddening cackle turns into a scream as she takes the glaive in three arms, and striking down at the creature with a primal howl.
Though her glave is sharp, in her rage, Eleanor looses herself in her attack, attacking with the flat of the blade, but with a strength so immense, that Vog Mor's skull is crushed, and pushed deeper into his unnatural body, his spine shattering through the top of his skull, and his legs giving out from underneeth him as a bloodied stalk juts up from the nearly dead creature.
Ragia lets out another fireball, as everyone in the cave looks mortified by Eleanors new form, but Ragia does as she was asked and dosn't burn her friend as the near corpse of Vog Mor is singed, but he still gurgles as blood pours out from his spine.
"This is it." Nahemah says, her hand glowing as she bends over and heals up Vadgral, who slowly starts to stand up wearily. Her Hound archon charges forth, and slams its sword directly into the skull, but again, it persists, blood pouring out by the bucket full as Nahemah chants one final time. "Goddess of Radiance, of Exorcism, of Order. Bring your wrath upon this heathen!" She cries out as a cube surrounds Vog Mor, with a lattice of light bouncing back and forth over the creature as it lets off one last deafening howl as the body forms piles of cubed up demonic meat, falling into a pile of bloodied, undigested viscera as NJazzek, the last of its servitors, starts to collapse, finally, and truely dead.
The walls and floor, no longer under the effect of Vog Mor's ability, shake and qhiver before tearing itself off from the walls with sickening, wet tearing, as green ichor sprays from each collapsing structure, congealing towards Cog Mor's dismantled corpse.
Eleanor, not content with the amount of time she spent in her form, begins to stab at Vog Mors corpse over and over again, a stray tendril going forth, grabbing its head and bringing it to Eleanors maw, crunching down on the devourerer as green ichor spews forth, before she relents, dropping down to her knees while her body starts to transform back.
Lydia, seeing this, starts running for the exit, but gets punched in the temple by Vadgral, who picks her up and hefts her onto her shoulder.
"E-Eleanor..." Nahemah says, holding her bruised and possibly broken ribcage.
"F-fuck..." Eleanor says loudly, but looks back to Nahemah, some green ooze still sticking to the side of her mouth as all four of her eyes look at her, then downwards in pure guilt.
Naomi instincitvly takes a step back out of fear as she meets Eleanor's gaze.
Vadgral sighs, looking at the exit, but wanting nothing more to do with what is going on. "Keep anything else you find in here... should you head south... you will not be messed with by the blood hatchet orcs." She says, carying Lydia to the exit.
Ayame, a little shaken by the display she just saw, gives a wave to Vadgral. "Th-thanks... Safe travels..." She says but comforts herself, patting sebastian on the head.
Eleanor, still looking at Nahemah, slowly calms down as she sits there in a daze while her body transforms back to normal. She watches as Gladiolus begins to slink into her body through the wrist she was holding it from, and vanishing along with her form. She sits in silence, a cold long silence as the party looks at her.
"Well... Uhm... At least i'm not the only weird one with my tails and ears!" Ayame says.

Rewards Granted

20 studded leather armors, heavy maces, and shortbows. 10 longswords, 1 longbow, 1 shortbow, 40 daggers, 10 scale mails, 1 chainmail, 1 large wooden shield, 4 short spears, 100 arrows, 2 suits of leather armor, 80 torches, 3 tinderboxes, 4 empty waterskins, 2 full (water) waterskins, 150ft of hemp rope, a 10ft laddder, 4 hammers, 16 iron spikes, and 10k gp.

Notes

Lydia has been enslaved. Vadgral has become the leader of the Blood Hatchet Orc tribe, as all others in the running for leader have been vanquished.