Game Session: 9/23/2012
Ruined Keep of The Blood Marsh, Hampshire, England.
“So we must figure out how to get you out of here,” Beldet said.
“And these, keep you out?” Elora asked Lilith as she motioned towards the runes inscribed upon the dark stone walls.
“That is correct, young one. You know the ways of magick.” Lilith smiled.
The party then began to attempt to remove the runes. Despite all of their strength, the figures on the wall could not be broken, burned or cast off of the walls. They worked on removing them for hours, before finally quitting in frustration. Eventually, one of the members had an idea.
“Sasha,” Beldet said, “let me see that magical cloth.”
Sasha seemed alarmed. “Why? What do you need?”
Beldet’s voice drew deep as he grunted, “No need to explain. Just let me see it. I have an idea.” She reluctantly handed it over to him and watched him open it.
“Lilith,” he said, “step into this hole. It may protect you if you are inside as we walk upstairs with it.”
“That could work,” Sasha said as she examined the writings. “It could hide Lilith as we passed by.”
Lilith smiled as only she could and said, “As you wish, Beldet.” She climbed into the cloth as though it were a hole and disappeared inside. He folded it up into his hand and began to walk up the stairs behind Kyrs.
As Beldet walked up the steps, carefully as not to slip upon the damp stones, the strange symbols upon the wall began to faintly glow a ghostly blue. A dull thrum pulsed through the air. Suddenly and without warning, the cloth that Beldet held in has hand exploded violently, knocking all in the room down to the ground. When the shock and confusion cleared from Beldet’s mind, he realized the cloth was destroyed – along with everything within.
Madmorsight stood first and brushed himself off, noticing his arms were bloodied and his armor newly dented. “Is everyone alright?” he asked. One by one they answered, except Elora who laid on the floor.
“Elora!” Geddren shouted while shaking her. Elora slowly raised her head, her hair in disarray, blinking as she looked about.
“I’m fine,” Elora muttered, “just a bit shook up, that’s all,” she said as she stood.
“Good, good” Kyrs stated. “What happened?”
Beldet, lifting his blackened and blistered hand up stated, “the cloth, it’s gone. And everything in it too.”
“Nothing we can do about it now,” Geddren stated, “let’s go upstairs and deal with this. Kyrs, lead the way.”
Kyrs nodded, and opened the hatch slowly.
Beyond the ruined walls, thousands and thousands of insects choked the skies with their darkness. Strewn all along the snow and muddy grounds, orc and goblin bones lain – stripped of all of their flesh leaving only their armor, shields and weaponry behind. Towering in the midst stood the demonic being that Kyrs had summoned. Now, without the help of Lilith, Kyrs walked towards the frightening being and feigned bravery.
A voice boomed, rattling the ruins and sending crumbling rocks downward, “Who comes before me? One who summoned the powerful Abaddon?”
Swarming about Kyrs, he tried to shake them off as he answered, “Kyrs Stone. I am the one who summoned you.”
Laughter echoed across the lands, if there was anyone within a few miles they surely would have heard. “Kyrs Stone, it is then. Step forward, and prepare to die!”
“But why?” Kyrs shouted up to the demonic entity. “I am the one who has brought you into this world, the one who has given you these goblins and orcs to feast upon.”
Abaddon raised his long and pale insectile arms into the reddened air and thundered, “And I WILL plunder your world more! Death, destruction, pestilence and terror will fall in my wake wherever I shall roam!”
“Wait!” Kyrs pleaded, “we can make a deal.”
“And why would I do that?”
“We have destroyed Lilith, in the dungeon that lays below us now.”
The creature gave a long and low laugh. “And what is it, that you want? I sense much greed and hunger for power in you.”
“I only want our safe passage, for me and all of my companions here.”
“And what, do I get in return? For me not feasting upon your skin.” The swarm began to spin around Abaddon, hungry for more.
“You can have this.” Kyrs held out the stone statuette of Anitawa out towards the sky. Abaddon smiled, opening his mouth revealing hundreds of claw-like teeth shifting back and forth, dripping with amber saliva. A black mist then poured out of the statue and flew up towards the mouth of the terrifying monster.
Lightning flashed in the sky and the ground shook.
The insects swarming about madly began to calm. “Your deal with Anitawa has now exchanged ownership. All of your debts to him are now mine. Madmorsight – your blade now kills in my name” he said as moved his spindly white fingertips against each other. “And now, to ensure safe passage for you and your friends. When you arrive at the next city, you will meet a woman and the two of you shall copulate. There will be a child, that child you will name after me.”
“What?” Kyrs stammered. “Wait,” he paused thinking about it, “what does she looks like?”
“What do you want her to look like?” asked Abaddon.
Kyrs answered quickly, “Blonde hair. Pale skin. Maybe about 5 foot 5 or so. Well endowed, you know. Shapely.”
“Ahh yes,” Abaddon said with a toothy grin. “It shall be so.” Abaddon began to fly off towards the east and boomed with finality, “Two days you will have, with no interference from I.” The creature and his thousands of insects then faded away to the skies as he soared away.