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The valley stronghold, nestled deep within the loyalist-held foothills, became a crucible in the weeks following Hiero’s return. The initial relief and reunion gave way swiftly to the harsh realities of their precarious position. They were an island of resista...

The retreat from the ravaged Unclean depot was a sodden, nerve-shredding counterpoint to the stealthy approach. Behind them, explosions still rumbled sporadically as timed charges Hiero had set detonated amongst the remaining supplies, adding to the chaotic sy...

The stalemate ground on, measured not in weeks but in the slow erosion of hope and the relentless accumulation of small, draining perils. The Southern Front, forged in the crucible of shared danger, held its precarious line along the foothills bordering the va...

The psychic scream of the violated Gaean dome echoed in their minds long after the physical structure vanished behind the first ridges of the desolate plain. They ran, five figures fleeing across a landscape poisoned by ancient radiation and the encroaching, a...

The brief, charged council in Abbot Demero’s austere chamber concluded as the first gray fingers of dawn probed the eastern sky over Sask City. The weight of the decisions made, the perils embraced, settled upon Hiero not as a crushing burden, but as a cold, c...

The mist lay cool and curtained over the lake, a vast, pearly shroud clinging to the dark water and blurring the edges of the world. It muffled sound, distorted distance, turning the familiar islands into half-glimpsed phantoms and the farther shores into mere...

The silent command to withdraw, born of horrifying discovery, galvanized the small reconnaissance party into immediate, desperate action. Behind them, the pulsating, gelatinous dome, the grotesque fungal garden, and the chilling tableau of enslaved, transforme...

The chamber was high and narrow, walled with unadorned, grey stone that seemed to absorb the light from the single, shielded lantern hanging from a soot-blackened chain overhead. It was Abbot Kulase Demero’s private council room, a place few outside the highes...

Days melted into a green-tinged, sweat-soaked monotony of silent movement and constant vigilance. Since leaving the relative bustle and perceived security of Namcush Fort, Hiero’s small, disparate company had plunged deep into the northern Taig, that vast, anc...

The Taig held its breath under the weight of the moonless dark. Deep within the forest canopy, where the colossal trees formed interlocking vaults far overhead, Hiero and his small, disparate company completed their final preparations. The air was cool, damp, ...

The pre-dawn hours found them miles deeper within the labyrinthine embrace of the Taig, having put as much distance as possible between themselves and the chaos they had sown in the Unclean encampment. They moved now not with the desperate haste of their initi...

The Taig, vast and indifferent, swallowed them whole. They moved through its shadowed depths not as conquerors, nor even as explorers, but as fugitives wrapped in a fragile, self-woven cloak of psychic silence. The forest floor, a deep carpet of millennia of f...

The air in the tangled network of ravines grew still, heavy with anticipation. Dawn had painted the highest rock faces far above in fleeting strokes of rose and gold, but down here, in the shadowed depths, a pre-dawn twilight lingered, cool and damp. Water tri...

The silence that descended upon the rocky defile was profound, almost shocking after the cacophony of battle. The harsh clang of metal, the guttural snarls of Howlers, the sharp crack of projectile weapons, the chilling psychic screams of dying adepts – all ha...

The chamber pulsed with a low, resonant hum, a sound that seemed to emanate not from any specific source, but from the very fabric of the ancient, alien technology surrounding them. Soft, blue light bathed the scene, emanating from the seamless walls and casti...

The darkness in the Unclean command chamber was absolute, a physical weight pressing against Hiero’s eyes after the chaotic flickering and sudden death of the Great Screen. The silence, too, was profound, broken only by the harsh rasp of his own breathing and ...

The psychic call pulsed outwards from the wooded ridge, a silent, desperate cry against the backdrop of roaring cannons and clashing steel. Hiero held the focus, pouring the last dregs of his spiritual and mental energy into the projection, augmented by the fi...

The party freed the rogue Mercykiller’s son from the prison town of Curst and headed for Rigus (between Lawful Neutral and Lawful Evil). Along the way, they passed through Semuanya’s Bog (lair of the Lizardpeople god of fitness and survival) where Harvey spott...

The grey frog-like humanoid advanced on the party and cast Cloudkill, doing quite a bit of damage to the party. Most of the party focused on downing the ettins while Harvey poisoned his blowgun with the psychedelic tree poison he’d gathered in the bog a while ...

Varrel the dog granted the party relief from one level of exhaustion before sending us off to work. The party decides to visit Sincerity's house and poke around before joining her interrogation. They arrive at the house to find the door locked. Finding a balco...