Session 11: Demise Report

Thelastor, Oradyol, and Yaza pushed deeper into the darkness, toward the origin point of the wild crashing noise. They were hindered in their sight and hearing by the howling Vojunic winds which rushed toward their many sources of Viiryne, including Arelastod’s ancestral sword which Thelastor took for himself after it was near forgotten by its “bravery-challenged” master. They soon encountered the beasts of these depths, but their appearance was marred- white flame burst from their waxy purple flesh. They writhed and howled under the burden of their suffering. Little did the party know or well understand, but the Viiryne made the beasts’ condition worse. Their flesh was ripped away in whole sheets and the most fortunate died swiftly. Those of lesser fortune were maimed and languished beneath the pincers forces of Eshanic burning and Viiryne shredding. 

Xeyesh plunged into the darkness before Rhomod, Arelastod, and Qetukris, and the latter wanted to carry Viiryne with them and the former could not stand its presence. He made his way down, and was horrified to see how the beasts below were destroyed by the careful application of Viiryne. His love and scientific study were reduced to sheets of shredded flesh. There was nothing he could do now. He pressed forward until he saw the swirling Vojunic mess that was the party with Viiryne, and swiftly pursued them with his Eyti in tow. He reached them in a long-shaded corridor with few barren rooms jutting out aside. Xeyesh chastised them for bringing that destructive substance into the depths. It destroyed everything they sought to achieve here. It was foolish. He continued, but was interrupted-

Ahead the crashing upon stone grew its loudest, and a massive beast came into view, wrought from Vojun but bursting with white Eshanic flames. It was horrifying in its primal agitation, but made no attempts to attack the party directly. It had another place to go, but behind it came three other figures, unmistakable in their own oddities. One was Othyrus, corrupted with Vojun, the other was the guest in linen, and the third was one of the creatures, stronger in build and larger than the others… manipulated by Othyrus’ power. This caught the oncoming party’s attention. Xeyesh knew that Othyrus had to die, otherwise this whole domain would be corrupted to ruin. Before any words could be exchanged between them Xeyesh extended his claws and cut his chest to draw blood. With said blood he enticed the 10 Eyti in his company to follow his commands, and bid they attack. Thelastor, Oradyol, and Yaza barely had a moment to think before the beasts were charging forward. Othyrus was little better off, and stumbled against their frenzied surge, only saved in that moment by Vayas’ intervention. Things did not look well, however, the battle was initiated too soon- before more beasts could be rallied or Vayas’ followers created.

Thelastor charged forward followed by the others, crashing through the Eyti to attack Vayas and Othyrus. The beast in accompaniment was immediately slain. Othyrus was not an equal fighter to Thelastor and suffered terribly beneath crushing sword strikes. His mutations fought back but to little avail. It was only a matter of a few seconds, but Thelastor destroyed Othyrus beneath his fury of blows, smashing his body into near pulp. Xeyesh turned his own attention to Vayas, charging against her and was turned into an Elirev beast but the overwhelming Viiryne. This allowed him to land a hideous series of wounds upon the Nith’eshan, but she rebounded, grasped his with both arms, set him alight, and cast him into the dark corridor behind. Thelastor, Oradyol, carried on the fight- with the advantage of Vayas’ weakened state and isolation, struck blow after blow upon her. Yaza called forth the power of Artem and Marasi while Oradyol called to the Odyrzid spirits of Kovul. It was over before long. Struggle was reduced to silence, but an unbearable bright light radiated from the body where Eshanic blood exploded outward. Vayas was dead. Thelastor and the others gathered Xeyesh and attempted to escape to light.

When Rhomod, Arelastod, and Qetukris finally made their way down the steps, the smoke was thinner and much of the chaos reduced to a singular, terrible rumbling. Uncertain of where it came from, the trio continued downward. They soon witnessed the terrible effect of Thelastor and company’s advance. A mass number of the beasts were dead, seething pools of Vojunic filth were left behind where newborns were created but terminated by the Viiryne. They attempted to find the other party members by navigating down the western approach, toward Rhokun by Arelastod’s lead. They traveled, but were before long stopped by an increasing shaking of the ground and louder roaring from the blackness.

Rhokun surged forward from the gloom, faster than calculated movements could respond. Arelastod scampered away with practiced nimbleness, yet Rhomod and Qeturkis were caught right in the warpath. The great mass of Rhokun cracked the stone beneath the mud with every step and was brought full measure against Qetukris, crushing him beneath the mud layer and grinding his body into the rock below. Rhomod heard the sputtering song of myriad cracks, and knew immediate that Qetukris was dead. He could make it little farther himself. Rhokun reached down and swept him into the air, crying “Vozukri, Vozukri” all the while. Arelastod was ahead in a mindless terror, leaping three stairs at a time to escape the beast and hiding himself in the room mid-way up that was now his accustomed hideaway. Rhomod was nearly carried the whole distane upward, but managed to escape by pressing his Viiryne bar against Rhokun’s flesh. He then escaped on his own accord to the fort.

Upon reaching the surface, Rhomod stumbled through a haze of Vojunic smoke, which has grown in strength here even since they arrived. He called out to see if Arelastod had made it out alive. No response from him, but the words stirred movements in the smoke- another figure. Rhomod noticed it immediately, but did not come closer. He repeated his same call for Arelastod- the figure responded, “I come in the name of Acolitus!” Rhomod was stopped dead on his feet. What? Yet before he could ask many questions, a splintering rush of breaking woods and stones roared through the air- Rhokun making it to the basement, and they needed to seek shelter or perish.