Session History

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 grim reminder that the demonic siege was not yet over. Their first destination: Nyserian Manor,… 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. With the cult of Baphomet exposed and demonic forces loose in the city, the group… 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, cruelly ignited, turned the battlefield into a blazing trap. Spiritual weapons tore into their flanks,… 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 was raised. As the echoes of combat faded, they knew stealth was no longer an… 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 it thrummed with life and resilience. The guards, recognizing their kin and Lann’s word, let… 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 and strength of arm. One by one, they emerged into a new stretch of tunnels,… 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. But as Lord Hulrun stepped forth to begin the ceremonies, a strange light flared from… Read More »Session One: Fall of the Kite