The Awakening of the Desert King


Chapter 3 into the great wide open


Valehaire after learning that Elgrab had dropped his book went back in and recovered it while the cavern began to crumble and collapse around him. The book was covered in numerous crawling sickly worms and he wrapped it in his tattered and worn cloak.

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Emerging into the sunrise the heroes quickly encountered the Countess Lilith Myrmidion Dragon Rider of the Circulum Ursinum. Dragon rider by m hugo d3cfo3l

She told the group that the Circulum learned of their success and claimed the four items of power they had been sent to Brimstone to recover: The Diralith Staff, The Shield of Scion, The Book of Sorrows, and The Lacrimus Herbarius. She gave each of them a golden amulet with an engraved roaring bear on one side. “This shall show that you are now considered Adepts of the Circulum!”!

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Arakasi seeking the rumored healing stores mentioned by the now deceased Xandra came face to face with an arquebus wielding, cigar smoking dwarf named Corvis Malik. Corvis hiding out in the cellar of the now smoking ruin of a mining shack thought Arakasi another zombie and shot him with a booming blast. Corvis malik

Corvis quickly stated his hatred of all things elvish and prepared to journey back to Brimstone to meet with the Caliph Mustepha the leader of Brimstone. But before he could get too far away Valehaire brought out his newly developed powers of wizardly runes and weaved a charm about the dwarf…

After some discussion the heroes decided it best to head north back towards the North and Sea of Tranquility and visit the Imperial Capital of Alesandria seat of the Emperor Nirthamir ruler of the Silver Elves known also as the Ghostwalkers.


As the heroes made their way to the north they saw several Al Haladin dwarves lead out ten hooded and bound figures. They removed their hoods and revealed them to be all Silvestri Elves which the dwarves dropped nooses over and promptly hung them all from the heights of Brimstone’s wall. The leader of Brimstone appeared before the gathered forces and citizens of the rugged town and bellowed out the proclamation that….

“We have faced the darkest evil this night and persevered for we are the Chosen of Kaleh, glorious Sol in his ever burning sky! And this day we bring forth his justice on those who would seek to traffic and conspire with The Worlds Below and the Demons that would seek to swallow the souls of all mortals and devour this our world! We have for far too long been the slaves of the damned Ghostwalkers and now we arise and cry This Is War!”

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The western walls of Brimstone showed great damage from last nights bombardment by the Horde. Hundreds of corpses lay piled up and scattered about the walls while vast clouds of reptilian winged scavengers and dark crying ravens picked over them. The Al Haladin forces gathered about Brimstone beginning the repairs as a vast cloud of dust arose some five to six miles to the south showing the position of the withdrawing army.

Deciding to proceed to the north east where the Brimstone dwarves were fewest the group made its way, from out of the dusty rubble of a nearby sulfur mine entrance staggered Dim Mak…
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He told the escapees of Brimstone that he had been a slave in the mines and remembered little else. The group quickly realized that they were being followed by numerous Al Haladin outriders atop fast, aggressive raptor like sauropods quickly gaining ground. Images 1

Seeking cover and shelter in a nearby plateau Dim Mak and Valehaire climbed upward sixty feet of cliff to find a small cave. Meanwhile Guido and Lionheart moving more slowly fell behind and were soon surrounded. A strangely non-dwarven half elf apparently in disguise told the group to get away.

Seeking shelter the party climbed into the cave and attempted to obtain some badly needed sleep. Valehaire however immediately begin to experience terrible nightmares. Excerpts 20100528

The Book of Elgrab now known to be the LIBER INFERNUM was apparently exerting a diabolical and powerful influence on Valehaire. The group attempted to put the book at least thirty feet away and they were finally able to get some sleep. A secret passage discovered by Guido lead to a hidden map room deep within the plateau that was somehow connected to the approaching sickly green comet.

High atop the plateau Valehaire witnessed six ominously approaching wraith figures and heard their soft other worldly moans of “The hunt…the hunt…to find for Elgrab…to find for our master.”

Traveling under cover of darkness the heroes managed to avoid the hunting wraiths until the follwoing sunrise where Dim Mak located a ruined cliff side structure and settled in to rest through the burning heat of the coming day.


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Act iii waiting

Rallying together in the ruined mining shack the exhausted, staggering form of Lionheart heaved the stout iron bound door against the frame. A warm blue glow continued to emanate from the Shield of Scion and Lionheart slammed his back against the door as the first ominous thuds began on the other side. A slight smile appeared on the golden bearded man’s face as he closed his eyes and began softly murmuring a prayer. As the words flowed the glow of the shield faded, the angry red lines left from the shambling undead’s clawing fading as well. But he looked better, more alive not so stumbling at death’s door.

Guido the Knee Breaker rushed about the ruined, trashed remains of the cabin discovering a dwarven tract tacked on the wall above the small shrine to Sol the Iron Hammer/Forger Aspect. As the pounding and chilling moans grew louder and more frequent at the door, Guido read “Speak the name of the Holy Forger that Hammers Our Souls to His Will!” Guido with his incredibly expansive wisdom shouted out “KALA!” in dwarvish. A trapdoor suddenly revealed itself beneath the dwarf’s feet.

Meanwhile Valaheire was rapidly chopping an access hole through the roof as the numbers of the zombie horde grew and grew. With the roars of what must be the first great dragon he had ever seen resounding in his ears. He finally had a hole large enough to drop down into the chamber with the bloodied, injured duo of Lionheart and Guido. Could it truly be he had only met them face to face some twelve hours ago ?

Finally, Lionheart could hold the door against the surging, flesh devouring, rotting mass of corpses no longer and the door gave way. A few of the horrors managed to push their way in followed by what appeared to be dozens. Valaheire expertly plunged down into the awaiting darkness of the opened trapdoor followed by Lionheart and finally Guido slamming the glowing portal shut. The sounds of shuffling grew in intensity above their heads as the trio was plunged into total darkness. The last they saw was that the ladder down was covered with blood.

No stranger to the dark places of the World of Bealarium; Guido quickly pointed out the storage room they appeared to be in while the faint remaining glow of the Shield of Scion allowed Lionheart and Valaheire to see only a short distance. As they quickly scanned the room of crates and barrels Lionheart sensed an ominous dark, presence in the cellar emanating from the barrels themselves. Then Valaheire became aware of a clawing, scuffling emanating from behind a stack of tall crates. A rotted, bloated dwarf woman was trying to claw her way into the cellar. Valaheire drew his bow and his nearly empty quiver and sunk several arrows into the writhing thing, finally a single shot pierced the creatures eye and it fell revealing a dark, forbidding mine shaft beyond; distant chanting and moans echoed up through the inky blackness. The trio’s stomachs rumbled and the exhaustion of the last day fell upon them as eyes drooped and weapons slumped to the floor. Their mouths were cracked and parched from lack of water. The crates revealed to be a storehouse of dried fruits and meats, apparently the emergency larder for the camp. Choking down some hard tack and dry rations the three took a moment to catch their breath and rally. While moans and dragon roars filled the world above. Lightning and arcing electricity crackled through the ceiling emanating even across into the very walls; great dragon indeed!

Meanwhile…Arakasi in the nearby mining shack sought the source of the soft weeping and found it to be a dirty, disheveled albeit still lovely elven woman.


After some careful, charming persuasion Arakasi calmed the near hysterical woman enough to discover that her name was Xandra Quarteraisam a slave, albeit a favored one here at the Brimstone Camp. As the horde quickly pushed through Arakasi’s meager blockade, Xandra revealed that there was a trapdoor in this shack as well but she appeared very reluctant to go down, saying only that her husband always forbid it. After a further laying on of that Arakasi charm she agreed to descend into the darkness. Arakasi illuminated the darkened chamber with a few soft words revealing…

Shrine of elgrab

The room had several Al Haladin dwarf corpses spread about the room their hearts cut out from their chests. A book sat atop the pedestal, before the writing faded into obscure and esoteric unintelligible symbols Arakasi read the following journal entry:

Record of elgrab handout

The terrified Xandra apparently had no idea that her husband had been committing such horrors beneath her very feet. She revealed that her husband Elgrab and her had been captured by slavers a year ago after stumbling out of a massive ruined city several weeks to the south. She said that Elgrab had emerged a changed elf, renouncing his faith to Sol of the Fiery Sun Aspect and begin spending all his time pouring over an ancient tome he had found. The book Arakasi found in the Sacrificial Shrine was apparently not that tome but some sort of increasingly indecipherable journal. Xandra said that Elgrab had gotten the Mine Boss, an Al Haladin Dwarf named Corvis to treat them much kinder than all the other elven and human slaves. He provided him with the mining shack and a great deal of time to “research” whatever it was he was involved. There was an accident months ago somewhere in the mines and dozens of dwarves were killed along with hundreds of slaves. About three days ago strange lights appeared to the south and the sickness appeared, many more dwarves and slaves died. Then many came back as flesh devouring horrors and she went into hiding, she had not seen Elgrab for more than three days.

Quickly discovering that the two shacks were in fact connected by a dark, creaking mine tunnel Arakasi was reunited with the other three heroes. Attacked by a wraith they again were attacked by wraiths Guido became severely drained of health, looking older drawn, grey. Valaheire also succomed to the touch of the wraiths that as they were vanquished revealed themselves to be the spirits of the suicidal elves.
The party cleared a way out of the storage room, extremely thirsty they found a fountain and drank from it while sensing evil from the pooling water in the well. Finally beat up and tired they made their way into the mines which became a natural cavern writhing in sickly steam, sulfurous mist and swirling purple fire. There at last they saw a pool of bubbling magma encircled by raw elemental air and water. Four great rotting red skinned hulking figures stood watch chanting with an arrayed undead horde. In the center of the pool of fire there was a massive sarcophagus. A cloaked figure stood before it chanting and holding out a book.
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Waves of power and force swirled about him his eyes lit red by the fire and a terrible building power within the figure lit by the gathering arcane fires. Bridges were forming out of the earth past the air, water, and pool of burning magma. In the distance buried within encrusted stalactites and stalagmites was a great black metallic figure clutching an axe. Rust lay heavily in various places obviously it had been in this cavern for a very, very long time.

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Arakasi stood upon the edge of strangely scintillating cavern eager to release his new found power on the gathered forces of darkness. But first he let the gathered heroes know the words on the wall:

The Dread Priest Walks the Worlds Below
He has Spoken with He Who Sleeps
The Dreams Cannot Be Denied.
It Is For the Lost She Weeps
But Deep Within the Temple of Earthen Power
Rests the Iron Giant Doom
By Stoneheart Hand Alone
Shall It Awaken In the Gloom

The group then decided to send the ever stealthy Valaheire past the great horde of rotting death and investigate the encrusted iron giant. Covered in the runes of its dwarven craftsmen the back of the towering figure had a single hand impression surrounded by several concentric circles. A severed hand from one of the sacrificed dwarves did nothing. Four bridges were continuing to inch closer to the hovering golden sacrophagus over the Pool of Fire. Valaheire also noticed a gateway had opened above the pool of burning elemental flame and it was slowly descending.

Arakasi could wait no longer and unleased the fury of the sands upon the cloaked figure and his minions. Whirling clouds of dust and debris stripped flesh from bone of the great hulkiing undead. But Elgrab stood nearly unaffected by the blasting sands. Continuing to chant and wave his staff the sarcophagus itself begin to be drawn towards the lowering gateway. The remaining three heroes began to desperately run through the gathered reeking, worm infested clawing nightmares. Lionheart reaching the vast caverns far side and the watchful, elven blade clutching rogue Valaheire still perched high atop the shoulders of the great iron giant.

His hand also did nothing when it contacted the worn impression…which was just too small for the big mans paw. Arakasi and Guido brought up the rear and Guido’s slow methodical trot brought his wounded, desperate body quickly into contact with many shambling corpses. Arakasi strangely rejuvenated by these rocky, sparkling ruins dropped back and stepped in the way for Guido protecting the dwarfs final advance towards the great iron statue. But, as the panting, sweating, axe wielding priest drew within twenty feet of Valaheire and Lionheart a particularly vile and bony clawed Al Haladin rotter slashed at Guido’s back ripping his worn, ill fitting chainmail and tearing great rotten gouges into his back and neck. The blood splashed across the cavern floor as the badly mauled dwarf fell. The moaning, gnashing horrors began to surround the doomed stout holy figure and it looked like the end…did his unconscious form softly whisper “Sol…” ? At that moment a great bellowing roar echoed across the dark, shimmering cave. And a soft blue glow appeared to grow brighter and brighter. As the light of the Shield of Scion grew and grew the resounding “Hee Hee Hee Haw Haw !!” made the evil shufflers pause a moment with uncertainty. What light had been brought into this place of darkness and twisted power ? The pounding steps of the huge paladin could be heard as he charged to the rescue of his fellow, fallen brother of Sol. Scooping up the bleeding, dying dwarf and throwing him on his shoulders Lionheart was beset from many sides by clawing fiends but he managed to run back to the awaiting hulk of iron. Valaheire leapt down from the shoulders of the iron giant to cover the retreat of a once again exhausted and wounded, the shaggy bearded paladin’s muscled arms sagged, laden with the weight of the heavy, bulky dwarf priest. Battling more clawing dwarves and shadowy, chill touched dark silhouettes that seemed to suck some of the very life force out of Valaheire as his slashing, shimmering blade cut them down. Shoving the bloody dwarf’s hand into the impression, Lionheart and Valaheire stood watch while Guido was slowly drawn into the metal monstrosity. A warm red glow began to appear across the entire suit of armor as runes and arcane figures lit brightly and steam began to pour out of the various armored joints. Gone from the sight of the two; Guido was floating in a warm silky fluid his wounds closing, his spirit gathering strength as the great iron giant fully awoke.1983046 golem Arakasi having drawn many of the biting, tearing nightmares to him was being ripped and torn at by the ever increasing horde. Finally as he stood dumbfounded and amazed as the “Iron Giant” prophecy became reality a gurgling walking dead Al Haladin rushed up behind him and sunk filth encrusted claws into the right side of his face ripping long gouges into his cheek and ear. Blood pouring down his neck and sickly purple worms crawling across his dirtied, earthen muddied face the young sorcerer nearly fell but staggered forward to the protection of Valaheire’s blindingly fast sword strokes and Lionheart’s skull crushing hammer.

As a millenium of encrusted stalactites and stalagmites shattered and were blasted away from the now moving twelve foot tall colossus the golden sarcophagus began to disappear into the shimmering circle of fire, the reflected roaring flames made the twisted malevolent face carved into its surface to almost appear to writhe and move about. The eyes certainly were alight with a forbidding sense of expectation…
The cloaked figure of Elgrab clutched his great tome and could be heard to cackle maniacally as he gazed with insane adoration at the ever rising form, his great hulking zombies gathered around him. As he prepared to do a final ritual he stepped to the center of the bridges and began to arise into the air himself. Xandra after several pitiful moments of pleading and begging with her crazed husband finally gathered her remaining courage as she leaped onto his back crying “Please Elgrab! Do not do this thing! Come back to me, for I love you with all my soul!” But, upon contact with the exultant Elgrab she cried out in pain and anguish as her beautiful form instantly started to become broken, aged and rotting.
Guido now commanding the great iron giant began to charge at the Circles of Elements and the Pool of Fire. Booming steps cracked stone and shook the floor beneath the heroes feet as he raised a great metal axe twice the size of his own dwarven form. Elgrab appeared to notice at the last moment as Guido swung the massive weapon down slamming the now shocked and probably terrified Elgrab back across the bridge; his staff and the great book sent spinning from his hands. The oozing, maggot laden red skinned hulks now “dwarfed” (heh…heh…) by the steaming axe swinging tower of death that Guido had become were hacked and slashed in halves and quarters; rotten guts and black blood splattering the ground. Surely the next razor sharp crushing attack would do the same to Elgrab.
But, as the golden sarcophagus finally disappeared into the fiery ring a great suction of air, debris, and even sound was rapidly drawn into the roaring flame encircled portal drawing the staggering nearly dead conjurer up into its rapidly dwindling glow. Xandra lifted her head, now wrinkled skin and cracked teeth falling out, white hair falling away her sunken eyes gazing upward with a terrible sorrowful expression, lifting one nearly skin and bone hand towards Elgrab. Then the once beautiful, loving elf collapsed; falling into the rolling, burning magma beneath the bridge and was gone.
Guido quickly crushed, slammed, chopped, slashed, stomped, pulverized and generally squished his way through the remaining undead Al Haladin as his companions headed back to the surface and the gathering light of the coming dawn. As the booming steps and hissing steam reverberated across the cavern the dwarf priest let out a cry of “SOL!!!” which caused the entire place to shake and dust pour from the ceiling probably blasting out for a miles into the world above. Then as he made the giant axe wielding colossus bring its thundering steps after his companions the suit suddenly stopped and went dark its weapon slowly lowering to the floor and Guido was roughly expelled from the iron giants back covered head to toe in a warm pinkish slime…grinning from ear to ear.

ACT II Grisly Ghouls From Every Tomb Are Closing In To Seal Your Doom!

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After only a few moments to take in your surroundings you encountered the cloaked form of the stranger who revealed itself to be a decomposing elven figure with shimmering blue eyes. The heroes approached the swaying, moonstruck figure with caution until finally Arakasi made the move to reach out and touch the shivering form. As the weird, distant roars echoed overhead the stranger emitted a tortured shriek which was immediately echoed by a mass of shrieks and groans scattered about the mining shacks surroundings. The horde quickly closed in on the group. Numerous pale vacant eyed Al Haladin dwarfs their hairless faces contorted in hideous expressions. Covered in blackened gouges and bites many of the walking dead’s flesh was rotting off of their bodies accompanied by a nearly overwhelming nauseating stench. Guido and Lionheart found themselves surrounded by clawing, biting fiends. Valaheire struck out quickly towards the shacks to the south only to find all of their doors had been ripped from their hinges and lay upon the ground. Numerous booted footprints of the huge ten foot red skinned humanoids could be quickly seen around the buildings; blood splattered on most of the walls. Arakasi after seeing the numerous undead staggering about the mining camp sought to strike out into the wilds only to find that they appeared to be everywhere.

Guido brought forth his Holy Symbol of Sol The Mercy Bringer and a great blast of light rippled out across the gnashing and clawing horde. While Lionheart smashed in skulls with his great warhammer; the silvered shield he acquired from the Shadowsmith gleamed beautifully in the moonlight, its golden, rampant dragon on the front shining brilliantly. But, it was clear that the events of the past day had worn him down and as more and more of the rotting horrors piled upon him he was losing ground and strength. Guido as well appeared to be growing increasingly exhausted the great pulses of light coming forth with his roar “BRING THEM MERCY SOL!”. Then as a living flame appeared to join the battle, Valaheire leapt and rolled through the horde and returned to the mine’s entrance to help his nearly overwhelmed brothers of the Circulum Ursinum.

The horde appeared to have been dealt with and the group pushed further into the camp. Quickly more appeared from the south. Dwarves, humans and scattered elves all dead, all rotting. A second cloaked stranger strode across the narrow bridge only to be struck down by the advancing heroes. But, not before an exhausted Lionheart was grappled by a particularly vile and worm covered undead dwarf. The eyeless horror sank claws and rotting teeth into the staggering Paladins upper arm tearing flesh to the bone. The wild haired man nearly fell but a final blast of “Sol’s Mercy!” from Guido kept him on his feet long enough for the two to make it to the possible shelter provided by a mining shack. Valaheire quickly clambered up onto the roof the building. Arakasi was yelling to the group about someone on another roof and the sounds of weeping coming from another shack which he leapt into as more and more shadowy, staggering figures appeared in the moonlight. A chill wind sprang up bringing the increasingly nauseating stench of the rotting, hungry dead as that strange roar could be heard closer now but still high overhead.

We’ll live to see another day. Lionheart Responds:

Great naration of our last adventure Curt— awesome. I wish you could have written of Lion Hearts heroic deeds instead of how he and our whole group got our butts kicked.

“We got scattered, our unity shattered. In the face of overwhelming odds retreat is proper. But, to run and hide in terror is not retreat it is cowardice. Right now, it seems like it’s everyman for himself. Only Guido and I stayed together. Each of us are powerful strong adventurers but, our enemy is strong too. To take on this enemy alone is suicide. We must stay together if we want to have a fighting chance.

If we make it make it through till dawn I think we will be OK."

Lion Heart belongs to the “Iron Hammer” aspect of Sol because it offers hope and unity for the common man. This is also why he joined the secret society— for unity in defense of all. Lion Heart has dedicated his life to defend law and justice. He believes that the best way to accomplish this is to join forces with others.

LionHeart trys to barricade the door.

DM responds:

(I’ll put the beginning of this into the general adventure log, the rest for Lionheart will be found in a player secret.)

The bloodied, bright and wild eyed paladin bellowed the above so that all could hear him above the agonized moaning and roars that filled the heroes surroundings. Again that sense of calm and rightness with the world seemed to flow from his words. Perhaps this wouldn’t end as badly as it seemed to be heading… The giant of a man heaved the great door ripped from its iron hinges by some force of incredible, fearsome strength in front of the scratched, and shredded entry way to the mining shack. The silver shield of Scion shone (yesss…alliteration is the shit boys!) strangely in the darkening midnight as the last faint glow of the setting sliver of moon disappeared. All would be very, very dark soon.


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* Act I In the Still of the Night By the Pale Moonlight*

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As the creaking minecarts emerge from the reeking stench of the sulfur mine you are immediately aware of a vast canopy of stars stretched across the sky. Distant whirling planets and a sickly green comet high over head its tail a long sinuous vapor. A rapidly dissappearing scarlet, waning moon hangs low in the west over distant mountains.
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The air is full of smoke and the aroma of burning wood and other less pleasant things. While there is still the occasional distant roar of exploding alchemical fire and the shouts of fighting elves, dwarfs, humans and the strange hissing cries of the Horde’s forces. The furious battle as well as the relentless bombardment appears to have slowed greatly. Brimstone now lies to your north and appears to be burning out of control. Hundreds of fires can be seen racing skyward from within the walled town. As the cart comes to a stop you are suddenly aware of how tired, hungry, and especially thirsty you are. You are in what appears to be a mining camp with numerous shacks scattered about the rolling, rocky landscape. Sparse vegetation, mostly prickly cactus and skeletal bare trees break up the monotonous sand filled area you now find yourself.
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You came to this forsaken place in hopes of proving your worth to the Circulum Ursinum for fame, wealth, power, glory, justice, x. (Up to you as a PC to decide, but you came to Brimstone because you believe that whatever your end goal is helped greatly by becoming a part of the Circulum.)

Stand and Fight ? Or Escape the Doomed Town ?

Siege kingdom of heavenAct I
The Guillotine Will Claim Her Bloody Prize
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Arrested for causing in insurrection within the beset mining town of Brimstone, our Heroes face most certain death a the hands of the Hooded Man and his many geared guillotine. Meanwhile the mysterious and powerful Horde gathers outside the walls of the town and begins a ferocious bombardment. Utilizing great hurling siege engines and the black powder alchemical bombs of the Al Haladin dwarfs that built the great sulfur mines under and around Brimstone.

Act II
You’d Better Run All Day And Run All Night


After escaping death by guillotine and slaying “the Hooded Man” Al Haladin Executioner. The Heroes seek to escape the besieged town and discover the items of power they were sent by the Circulum Ursinum to find. Massive siege engine shot continues to rain down about them and as they near the Nastahljah Quarter a great hurtling mass of fiery purple stone slams down before them releasing numerous cackling, screaming skulls which immediately possess innocent fleeing bystanders. These possessed attack the heroes. Finally making it to the southern part of Brimstone the heroes recover the following:

  • The Book of Sorrows (Ancient Text Concerning Religious Rites During the Last Great War)
  • The Lacrimus Herbarius (An Ominously Sealed Bottle Containing an Unknown Substance)
  • The Diralith Staff (A Dragon Headed Staff Thrumming with Hungry Force)
  • The Shield of Scion (A Great Silver Dragon Emblazoned Shield Created by the Shadowsmith)

Finally, the group aroused the “Ancient Ones” heroes of long ago to rise up and defend this doomed city one last time…

Exit Light, Enter Night

Dealing with the local thieves guild known as the Bastards of Brimstone the group seeks to escape the town by way of the ancient mining tunnels after encountering their leader a man known as Snake Eyes. They head down under ground through a pit trap in a bar known as the Pit Trap but not before witnessing one of the Demon Riddled Siege shots slamming into a local orphanage followed by strange giggles and screams. The group flees from the scene and heads down into the darkness facing giant spiders and marauding red skinned Oni that have sought to enter the city from the mines. After a wrenching mine cart ride the group emerge into the starry filled night…


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