LoDS Session 4

Legend of Doom Scroll: Rumours of Rhax & Roon

Session 4 Actual Play.

Once more into the necropolis delve our heroes. This time our bravos were accompanied by a sultry and mysterious eleven assassin, her lithe body covered in viper tattoos. The site was infested with lizardmen, the foul saurians gorging themselves on the rotting flesh of fallen brigands. So intent were they are on their grim banquet that they let the searchers pass with only hungry looks in hollow eyes.

               A priest of Hermes was discovered in a cell, with his jailers a week dead by our heroes hands he was near dead of hunger and thirst. A former cohort of their young wizardess retainer Pinella, the Hermitic Priest Paxton was insensible and had to be carried from the complex where he could be tended at the camp by the girl.

               They pressed on, killing kobolds first subdued with sleep spells, for such is the quality of their mercy.

And all the time there was the mysterious droning music, a lament or funeral dirge that echoed through the complex and seemed to emanate from Hades itself, a music like the rustling of the rude reed pipes of Stygia.

               Finally, they came upon the source the source of the droning song. A vast creature, a crude effigy of a man constructed of a substance like ancient coral or bone, and through which an eerie wind constantly blew. The monstrosity was confined to a silver cage at the heart of a great chamber, the walls of which were covered by the serried ranks of the dead interned in shallow alcoves.

               Our heroes vowed to destroy the beast and, using a silver key they opened the cage. The beast attacked with sharp claws and crushing hugs, but, like a bear driven before mastiffs, the beast succumbed to a flurry of attacks from every direction.

               Yet even as the beast died a more terrible enemy reared its terrible deathless head for, as the song ceased, file upon file of skeletal abominations arose from the sleep of eons and advanced upon the party with the mien of those who have long dreamed of murder and madness in the lower depths of the seven beastly hells.

               Verily, the party did flee. The rest is screaming and blood and murder in dark tunnels, for even has they ran blindly through the labyrinthine blackness they encountered the lizardmen they had early shunned. Only this time the reptiloids would not be content with carrion, but hungered for the flesh of man. So it was that blood red battle raged in the secret underplaces of the earth.

               And yet, by some miracle our heroes emerged from the tomb and into the sunlight, even as the unquiet dead teemed in the blackness beneath.

               Returning to camp they regaled the wizardess and the priest with their exploits. But, on describing the bone creature and its destruction, the priest set up an anguished wailing and tore at his hair and raiment. For, from his insane ranting the party surmised that the creature they had destroyed was the only force preventing an ancient evil from flowing once more into the world of men.