Session Report 81

General Summary

Davnas Zuvalath led the Muskrats to the gang’s hidden entry point to the sewers, which was, surprisingly, just a hole in a wall with a curtain over it. Perhaps suspicious, the Muskrats deliberated for a few moments, reconsidering whether the sewer portal was the best entry point to the damned city. Davnas assured them that while the path was dangerous, there were no other ways beyond the walls. Reflecting on the searching eyes that seemed to probe the surface of the city, the Muskrats determined that any above ground option was not viable. So they went forward, dropping down into the sewer. The sewer was dark – and worse! It smelled fucking horrible. The stench of human excrement was worsened by a feint metallic smell, blood. The bloodshed on the surface was so significant that the blood had seeped down into the sewers, worsening an already unpleasant olfactory experience. Tazmeth mentioned that it couldn’t be that bad – some people actually lived down here! The party groaned; the misfortunes of others did not lessen the misfortune of walking through literal shit. This was only made more clear when an unexpecting Dami misjudged her step and ended up neck deep in fecal matter.
After composing themselves, the party moved forward. As they approached a bend in the path, they could hearing chittering (shittering?). Aware of the demonic presence above, they prepared for the worst. Around the corner sprang many small, spiny fiends. The party was surrounded at first, but Itzal stunned the lot of them, giving Sloane, Tazmeth and Dami the opportunity to hack apart the sorry creatures. Several arrows sprang from the dark, clattering among the stones. Something else was out there.
The party moved gingerly around a great pit, bearing down on the mystery archer. They entered another antechamber, where Itzal split off to the north to ensure there were no enemies to ambush them. There were no enemies, but his curiosity got the best of him – falling victim to a trapped chest. Meanwhile Dami and Sloane had charged ahead and were quickly surrounded by more of the damned devils. Dami felt strange, she hated these demons – but something pulled at her mind, convincing her that these were her allies. The phantom bowman uttered a command, which wracked Dami’s brain and led her to carve her axe into an unsuspecting Tazmeth, nearly felling him. Only by Sloane’s quick reaction and divine blessing was Dami able to shrug off the fell aura of this bowman. The irony that faith in Selune, in good, had saved a fell creature like Dami. Sloane stood in the center of the melee, his piety drawing the aggression of the demons and his resilience deflecting blow after blow. Without him, the Muskrats surely would have been overrun. Just when it seemed the Muskrats had defeated this wave of demons, a larger, horned beast stepped forward, brandishing a flaming falchion. Sloane squared off against this new foe.
Finally, the mystery bowman revealed herself – a frightful Erinye! Not one for cowardice, Cambio took immediate action, sending a series of thunderous blasts into her chest. Likewise, Cambio saw an opening as Sloane parried a strike from the Chort and sent another ray streaking into its chest. Both demons were cast back several steps, allowing the party a mere moment to regain composure before returning to the fray.

Report Date

05 Mar 2023