Third Session (missing) – The characters invaded the Soul Foundry and grabbed the Suture, a crippled anti-mythic aura demon. At that point Khorramzadeh the Storm King showed up and the city of Iz started to vanish into the Pit. The characters slew the Storm King and celebrated their victory as they escaped from the crumbling city.
Khorramzedeh the Storm King
Fourth Session (10 page pdf) – Time to close the Worldwound for good! So we kill, that being the answer to all problems. We kill some wormy dragon riders, kill some demons, kill Diurgus the Brood Lord, kill locust-dudes…
Well sorry, one of our summaries went missing, and it was one where we totes had to kill a super-balor. I mainly remember trying to keep the Suture way away from the action so he wouldn’t dampen our mythic goodness and we stomped him out like we stomped out everything this AP.
Then we go chill with Queen Galfrey of Mendev. She’s our BFF. She says we need to go to Threshold and perform some ritual that has details but is mainly about killing things. So we do. We have a pretty good fight with a bunch of locust swarm guys riding ancient black dragons. When I (Antonius) murderize the last dragon I appreciate our session scribe’s poetic turn:
Shredded scales fall from the sky like defiled snowflakes.
In fact our scribe is really on with the purple prose today, so Shawanda and I vie for coolest sounding kill. Next up is me on a shemhazian:
Antonius leads by shattering the shemhazian demon, leaving the creature upon the brink of oblivion and bleeding out quickly. He tells the creature, “You do not know it, but you are already dead.” He rerolls two of his missed attacks and all thirty-five feet of the demon collapses to the ground. The thing weights some 12,000 pounds and it gushes an ocean of blood.
Then Shawanda on a kalavakus:
Shawanda howls out her sacred rage as she divides the last of the kalavakus into two parts, dishonoring the first and defiling the second.
And we kill a balor covered with tick swarms. That was lovely. Combo!
Antonius circles around the vermin balor, his eyes glaring, his fists dripping unnatural gore. He strikes, but Diurgus evades the worst effect of his attacks. Calanthe launches a mythic flesh to stone against him, slowing him. And Shawanda steps to the fore bearing mighty Radiance. Her first strike drives deep into the unsacred breast. Her second severs Diurgus’ spine, covering the blessed blade with rivers of black-flowing gore.
Mildly tuckered out, we resort to our now trademark “mythic moving blade barriers cuisinart trap” setup to kill some other stuff.
And we examine some Abyssal keep thing, with jacked up Abyssal stuff in it. We’re jaded.
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