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The Omens Were Right Indeed...

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The large Rageborn covered in blood and ichor splattered half plate armor carries the last of the drow bodies into the center of this ritual chamber then staggers to the wall and sits down… Finally catching his breath he uncorks his wineskin and takes a healthy swig of fermented goat milk; the bitter alcohol helps numb the soreness around Xenos’ salve soaked bandages and stitches… Looking around Pagu smiles…. Ah my new companions… The Omens were right… They are drawn to the darkness I see threatening Vaasa… The darkness I must fight… At least it seems these Magnificent Seven will be worthy allies in the battles to come… Pagu reflects on the past few days leading up to his current state of affairs…     The overland trail traveling south from the Vaasan Gate to Darmshall was quick and boring, an ideal journey whenever in Vassa… Our half elf ranger Jinx’s woodcraft is quite impressive and plays a major part in our good travels…     Our travels put our trail across that of a wandering hill giant band… We decided this menace was worth putting down… We tracked and defeated the giants… I see my companions general battle strategy is follow no strategy… Interesting…     Our travel puts us camping outside the halls of Hillsafar Hall, a dwarven fortification in the foothills of the Galenas… After setting out from the dwarf hold we are into the wilds of Vassa…     We found this part of “ Slaughtergarde” a destroyed demonic domain strewn in pieces across the Bloodstone lands after some mystical catastrophe centuries ago… We find it’s entrance amongst the ruins of some Damaran noble’s hunting lodge… As we descend into the dark depths of the complex we are assaulted by foul dark elves… I know what a surprise… In the region known as the Dark Holes of Sunderland where every deep pit is rumored to connect to the Underdark we find demon worshiping drow infesting a demonic ruin… How did we not see this coming…     We battle from room to room… Strange portals of obfuscating purple mist and roaring flames act as door’s throughout the complex, that coupled with Vile drow darkness and warriors with poison covered weapons provide unique hazards that dangerously spread our group apart and make the combat incredibly deadly… In the exchange of blades and spells several companions fall and are only narrowly brought from the brink before they bleed out…     The last burst of combat features the lead Priestess calling some Abyssal fiend of Lolth… While my companions battle around us I engage the fiend in mortal combat… Tempus guides my strike as I channel my wrath in a blow of radiant vengeance that critically strikes the fiend, destroying it… The lead Priestess is felled and most of the Drow host is defeated… A newly positioned priestess leads a retreat of the remaining drow force to link up with some minions on the other side of the complex while a room guarded by magma elementals stands between our two groups…     And here we are… camped up in this room with weird status of crone’s in various poses… The Magnificent Seven indeed… Me resting by the corridor on guard for the approach of enemies… Adept Tai exploring the arcane significance of the room… Xenos tending to wounded… Ulfgar and Reed going through the bodies of the drow… Halorin still unwilling to come through the flame wall and advising a tactical retreat… And Jinx, well Jinx just being Jinx…     Ah yes… This is my new company… Yes the Omens will be proved right… This group’s chaos will be the strength our Homeland needs… Maybe not the heroes we want but definitely the ones we need…

Notes

When searched, the drow priestess had in her possession a journal of her travels and quest. Secreted in her thigh-high boots was a letter that she had obviously been hiding from her followers.
Report Date
20 Nov 2017

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