Session One: Fall of the Kite

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 the west—then came the roar, the explosion, and the fire. The Kite was gone, the Wardstone obliterated. Terendelev, silver guardian of Kenabres, rose into the sky only to clash with a towering balor—Khorramzadeh, the Storm King himself. Their battle ended in tragedy, and in the chaos, the ground split beneath the heroes. As they fell into the dark, Terendelev gave her final gift: a spell to soften their descent, even as her severed head vanished from view and the rift closed above.

They awoke in a ruined cavern, battered but alive. Three others had survived the fall: Anevia Tirabade, with a broken leg; Aravashnial, the blinded Riftwarden; and the indignant nobleman Horgus Gwerm, scratched but unharmed. Banding together, the group began to navigate the ancient, crumbling tunnels beneath Kenabres. They encountered horrors immediately—giant maggots feasting on a spider’s corpse, and deeper still, a giant cockroach in a forgotten campsite where they recovered a strange copper brooch shaped like a bat on a mushroom.

A shrine offered no answers—only more death, in the form of a huecava and its monstrous pet fly. Tensions flared afterward when Horgus suggested leaving Anevia behind. Frod’s slap settled the matter: they would not abandon their own. Deeper still they journeyed, through a vast cavern lined with statues of crusaders. Aravashnial whispered of old legends—of abyss-tainted children of the First Crusade, hidden yeezy away beneath the city. If true, these statues were the first proof in generations.

Their path led them into ambush—darkmantles from the ceiling, quickly slain—and finally into the lair of a mad dwarf spellcaster. His shrieks echoed in the stone, but his madness met swift retribution. The way forward lies open, but what else sleeps beneath the ruined city?