Session 1 of:
The Holy Glimmers of Good-Byes
Trench Foot & Rank Pits
Sira’s first time in a city started rather auspiciously. Though the storm raged all around the city, the divine power of the Glorious GOD LETHRON held the rain at bay. Nothing was going to mar the festival to his glory and strength, and Sira let herself be swept up by the crowds moving towards the arena.
Unable to see LETHRON effortlessly sweep the floor with the other team at MAYABALL, Sira, a young girl, brownish skin marked with constantly twisting and shifting blue tattoos - the most noticeable being that of a pig prancing about her midriff - attempted to climb to a ledge in the arena.
For the first time since she was a little girl, her hands slipped when she tried to climb, and she fell to the ground, only to be accosted by a fat, greasy, lecher of a man. Luckily for her (Or, perhaps, luckily for the greasy man) famed novelist and professional Hero
Stefan Nimbus, who happened to be nearby, conscripted the aid of
Gormey, an orc mercenary, and came to her aid. Thier imposing presence drove away the fat man.
As Sira made her way up to the ledge, as Gormey and Stefan argued, and as LETHRON scored yet again, a cloaked man made his into the arena. His cry of “Tyrant!” and “Freedom” were echoed by a number of his compatriots scattered through the crowd. Each drew crossbows, bolts dipped into an unknown tar like substance, and, as LETHRON laughed at them, shot the God.
Gormey, angered that someone would ruin his vacation, smashed the would be assassin to the ground, but it was too late.
Whatever vile magic coated the bolts counteracted all the protections the God had. The God’s golden blood poured forth from unclosing wounds, and, as it touched the ground, dissolved into a choking black smoke which rose up into the sky. At the same time, the protections around the city unraveled, allowing the storms, long angered by the defiance of the city, to pour in. As the rain fell, it mixed with the smoke of the dying god and soaked the inhabitants of the city.
Gormey, with an uncharacteristic presence of mind, plopped a shocked and shaking Sira on his shoulders, and, holding Stefan’s arm, pushed through the crowd, making for the exit of the city.
And not a moment too soon. As the rain fell on the citizens of the city, it did something to them. The twisted magics, divine and necromantic and... something else... began to unmake and remake many of them, body and soul. As they were made and unmade and made and unmade, and ravenous anger and hatred began to consume them, and they set upon each other and those who had resisted it’s effects.
The city, built upon the will of the great god LETHRON, began to collapse, and, seeing a way out from the rain, Gormey led the party into the catacombs beneath the city.
There, they took a moment to regroup, before deciding to travel towards the river. Out from the horrific effects of the rain, Sira calmed herself and thanked “Mr. Gormey” for saving them all.
Coming to an intersection, the party ran into a
taciturn woman who gave no name. A tense standoff was interrupted by one of the corrupted, and though the monster was put down easily enough, the woman joined the party to escape the city.
Closer to the river, the party was again attacked by some of the corrupted, who poured out of the stones of the city itself. With Ice and lightning magic and Steel and Trident, they were put down, though Stefan was injured while dealing a killing blow to one of the monsters.
As the corrupting rain began to let up, the party emerged near the Prismatic River, on the edge of the collapsing city. Deciding how best to proceed, they made the decision to make for the relative safety of the jungle, ignorant of the dangers within... and of a scratching at the base of all of their lungs.
Dramatis Personae
(In order of appearance)
Sira: Thomas.berubeg
Stefan Nimbus: Azale
Gormey: Thlayli
Unknown Woman: North King.
Dungeon Master: Luckymoose
