Book II: The Sword of Valor Battered and bleeding from the gauntlet of abyssal beasts, the vanguard took a fleeting moment to bind their wounds before pressing deeper into the cold, stone halls of the Drezen citadel. According to their… Read More »Session 24: The Shadowed Altar of Faith
Book II: The Sword of Valor Within the claustrophobic stone corridors of the Drezen citadel, the crusade’s vanguard initiated their strike. The target was a looming vrock, a feathered nightmare of the Abyss whose oppressive stench choked the stale, indoor… Read More »Session Recap: The Citadel’s Gauntlet
Book II: The Sword of Valor The cold, sulfurous winds of the Worldwound howled against the crumbling stone of Citadel Drezen as the Crusaders skirted its shadowed perimeter. Seeking a way inside that bypassed the heavily guarded main gates, the… Read More »Session 22 – Behind Enemy Lines
Book II: The Sword of Valor The scent of ozone and ancient dust hung heavy over the Ahari Gorge as the crusaders approached the bridge, a vital but treacherous artery leading toward the heart of the Abyss-choked wastes. Below the… Read More »Session 21 – The Gates of Retribution
Book II: The Sword of Valor The sulfurous winds of the Worldwound carried the stench of decaying flesh as the Knights of Kenabres finally stood over the silent remains of the ghoul horde. After a night of uneasy rest punctuated… Read More »Session 20 – The Blood-Stained Path to Drezen
Book II: The Sword of Valour The strange abyssal radiance at the heart of the vescavor tunnels proved to be far more dangerous than lingering corruption. Following the sickly glow deeper into the cavern, the party discovered a tear in… Read More »Sessions 18 & 19 -Shadows Before Drezen
Book II: The Sword of Valour The ruined chapel held more than carrion and broken stone. Pressing deeper into its shadowed halls, the party uncovered its master—Nulkineth, a foul ghoul-priest, attended by a hulking undead bodyguard. The fight was short… Read More »Sessions 16 & 17 – The Swarm Beneath the Gorge
Book II: The Sword of Valour The battered crusader army remained encamped in the ruins of Keeper’s Canyon for several uneasy nights, licking its wounds beneath sheer stone walls that seemed to press in closer with every passing hour. On… Read More »Session 15 — Whispers in the Dark
Book II: The Sword of Valour The march northward began with grim purpose, the dust of Viraleth’s Ford still fresh on the wind. Anevia’s scouts reported a force of nearly two hundred tieflings entrenched up the river, their banners hanging… Read More »Session 14 — Canyon of Broken Banners
Book II: The Sword of Valour The dawn after victory brought not rest, but summons. The heroes awoke to the sound of trumpets echoing through the streets of a rebuilding Kenabres—a royal fanfare heralding the arrival of Queen Galfrey, the… Read More »Session 13 — A Queen’s Charge
With the lower floors of the Grey Garrison cleared and the sounds of battle fading behind them, the heroes turned their gaze upward—to the final floor, and to the source of the corruption festering at Kenabres’ heart. The last few… Read More »Session 12 — The Shattering of the Wardstone
The air inside the Gray Garrison grew heavier as the heroes pressed deeper into its defiled heart. Having secured the main hall, they turned northward, determined to clear the ground floor before daring the ascent. Their caution proved wise—waiting in… Read More »Session 11 – The Blade Returned
The council chamber at Defender’s Heart was thick with the smell of smoke and sweat, every crusader gathered knowing they might not see the dawn. There, the plan was laid bare: the last of Kenabres’ soldiers would ride out, striking… Read More »Session 10 – The Shadow of the Gray Garrison
The companions left Defender’s Heart with grim purpose, making for the Tower of Estrod. The streets were eerily quiet, broken only by the circling of carrion birds — fiendish vultures that picked at the ruins from above. Giving the beasts… Read More »Session Nine: The Enemy’s Hand Revealed
The dawn after their rest at Defender’s Heart saw the companions strike out once more into the ruined streets of Kenabres. The air still carried the tang of smoke and the distant echo of falling stone, reminders that the city… Read More »Session Eight: Shadows in the Ashes
Refreshed and paid for their service, the party left the relative safety of Gwerm Manor and re-entered the scorched streets of Kenabres. The city was eerily quiet, the wind thick with soot and the occasional distant roar or scream a… Read More »Session Seven: Voices in the Ash, Fires in the Heart
Emerging into the smouldering wreckage of Kenabres, the party took in the ruin their city had become. Deep chasms split the ground, smoke choked the sky, and once-proud landmarks were now shattered husks. Yet there was no time to mourn.… Read More »Session Six: Ashes, Allies, and Old Debts
Galvanised by their hard-won victories, the party pushed deeper into the heart of the cultist enclave. In the depths of the caverns, they faced the leader of the outpost—Hosilla—alongside her loyal bodyguard. Fire and chaos erupted as a grease spell,… Read More »Session Five: Ashes Above, Shadows Below
With the memory of Chief Sull’s charge still fresh, the party pressed into the darkness to confront the traitor mongrelmen. Their approach was swift and decisive, cutting down the guards posted at the enclave’s entrance. But not before the alarm… Read More »Session Four: Echoes of Betrayal
Guided by Lann and his companions, the party at last reached Neatholm—the hidden refuge of the mongrelmen. Nestled on an island in the middle of a subterranean lake, the city was little more than a ramshackle cluster of huts, but… Read More »Session Three: The Promise of Neatholm
Climbing out of the mad dwarf’s cavern proved far more treacherous than the descent into the depths. While some of the party ascended the old, piton-studded shaft with ease, others—particularly the wounded Anevia and the blinded Aravashnial—required careful rope work… Read More »Session Two: Beneath the Broken Watchtower
The day began in celebration. Armasse had come to Kenabres, drawing crowds from across the crusader city to Clydwell Plaza. Among them stood Suliman the Magus, Frod the Grippli Rogue, Mokrer Djir the ratfolk Wizard, and Rurik the Dwarven Shapeshifter.… Read More »Session One: Fall of the Kite