Rise of the Runelords

Shadow Clock Horror

Killing The Skinsaw Cult

Game Session Review

Game Session #10 Review

Our adventure continues as your band of adventures clears out the evil found below the city of Magnimar. It was Content Not Found: null who lead you to this large city and below its streets you discover an ancient temple dedicated to the paladin Aroden – the founder of Magnimar. The enterance to the temple was discovered within the basement of the abandoned clock tower. The once hallowed halls of the temple are now crawling with an evil known as the Skinsaw Cult . This vile group was committing acts of murder and sacrifice in the town of Magnimar. But the tentacles of the Skinsaw Cult also reached into neighboring towns such as Sandpoint. It was this very cult that, infected (quit literally) Foxglove and even Sandpoint’s former priest’s young daughter, Naullia. Both foxglove and Naulia were formidable foes at the time, but as you dig deeper into the Skin Saw cult the level of dark magic and challenge becomes ever greater – ever more dangerous.

The lower sanctum of the buried temple below Magnimar was filled with nightmarish scenes of mass murder and black magic responsible for transforming captured humans into undead. The vile place was filled with bizarre things that were magically created or summoned for reasons unknown. At one point your group encounters a creature created out of limbs of several humanoid creatures. It’ s head is broken-and-fused amalgam of three skulls. Its ribcage numbers nearly twenty overlapping pairs of ribs, some of which are jutting out at odd angles. Its feet and hands are large and tangled like the roots of a great tree, made up of at least three hands and feet each. Withered intestines and dry skin sway in its empty gut and dangle from open jaws.

Wolf’s holy powers diminish as you go deeper into the temple. The thing before you does not even flinch at the command of Wolf. Fighting is slow and dangerous as your fighters battle the thing fearful of accruing a disease or worse from the things mangy jaws or claws.

Later you enter a small room with curved walls. On either side sits two copper braziers partially filled with a sour-scented oil that does little to mask the nauseating scent of rotting flesh that seems to seep from the shale stone walls. In the center of the room is a wretched-looking creature, a desiccated human form with new looking armor and weapons. Flies buzz about the creatures exposed flesh.

The lumbering armor-clad undead wields an enchanted long sword with great skill. Steel meets steel and hundreds of flies surrounding the thing buzz noisily around in a filthy cloud. The thing has speed, strength and skill and pushes your fighters back down the hallway. Raehartha turns a section of the floor beneath the creature into mud nearly 2-3 feet deep. This entraps the filthy undead where it is easily dispatched.

Behind where the the armored undead was guarding is a door covered with spiky runes. It says very simply, “death” in over a dozen languages.

Beyond this simple but grim warning is a large underground chamber made from tremendous limestone blocks. A ten-foot tall dais raises from the center of the room. Anyone in the room can feel a supernatural energy pulsing from something hidden. Colored wring streaks the walls, floors and ceiling with arcane symbols and patterns, a sickly-scented oils burn from human skulls. Scattered throughout the room flop the decaying parts of dozens of battered undead corpses, all bearing bloodless gashes and sundered limbs. They flop and undulate unnaturally, scattered about the floor. Several columns support a domed ceiling that reaches some 40 feet above. About half a dozen ghouls lurk in the shadows lazily gnawing on bone. They turn and eye your group.

Wolf was able to use is innate abilities to dispatch the feeding ghouls but that would be the least of your worries. Moments later you group would see the creature responsible for organizing and inspiring all the evil that has been plaguing the region.

Your enemy floats among the upper regions of the domed ceiling within the shadows. Spotting a target is even difficult for the elves. Suddenly, in the far reaches of the room a partial shape is seen. At first glance you see nothing more than a woman as she raises her chin and narrows her eyes in scrutiny of your group. Her female voice is strong and clear as she condemns your group’s actions and condemns your faith. She adorns a mask as the cold beauty moves into full view where you can now see her pale skin and finely toned curves with the scant jeweled fineries of a harem queen. Below her exposed midsection, though, all hint of woman vanishes, morphing into the powerful, deadly sleekness and iridescent black scales of a coiled asp. She is Xanesha. An abomination that must be destroyed.

Combat with the serpentine foe would take a lot of time and energy. She is well versed in magic and attacks with a magically created phantom blade that floats in air and attacks without hesitation. The vorpal weapon proves difficult to defend against let alone defeat. Your wizard casts spells and your druid launches arrows and the serpent. The abomination retaliates throwing lightning bolts, scorching rays of fire and even magic missiles upon your spell casters. Your spell casters have a difficult time maintaining focus while under such persistent attack. Blaze at one point is rendered unconscious but he is quickly pulled to safety. Your enemy’s overconfidence appears to be her downfall for she is not supported by any other agent or guard. After several minutes of combat she is weakened enough to fall to the ground where she becomes a prime target for your fighters. It’s not long before the ax of the barbarian and the sword of the paladin render the thing dead. In an instant, it’s over.

Victory seems a little hollow because of a lingering thought that it all seem too easy? Perhaps your group is more powerful than you realize? Maybe she did not die but used her magic to escape? However, her body now lie before you rapidly decaying and becoming dust. Your eyes do not lie, do they?

Before returning to the city above, you discover a plan on the Mayor himself. It seems Lord Mayor Haldmeer Grobarras was going to be the next target of the now defeated Skin Saw Cult. The cult has already penetrated the justice system by placing one of it’s own within a very high position of power. They were now aiming for the grand prise, as the mayor was now to be removed and by the use of dark magic, an identical impostor was to be installed.

You’re group returns to the surface with the latest news.

You climb from the depths of the temple just in time to see the last few bricks being placed to seal the entrance to the temple. Priests chant near the entrance and bless your weary group as they emerge from the depths. The day is cool, overcast and rainy. The air is filled with smoke from burning fires.There are wounded men being cared for in the streets. Suddenly one man rushes to your group thanking you and explaining how undead began pouring from the tomb yesterday. Clearly intense fighting has been going on for hours, perhaps over a day. Adjusting to the daylight you now see piles of undead burning in the streets. But the fighting is no over. Not more than 100 yards away men both on horseback and on foot battle with an 9 foot tall monstrosity known as the Scarecrow. Your fighters rush over to see that several men have been cut in half by the beasts massive scythe. They have managed to wound the creature and tie ropes to it in hopes of tripping it and bringing it down. Your fighters enter the fray and within moments render dead the formidable beast. A loud cheer goes up but is quickly squashed as the grim scene of fallen men, blood and gore bring back a dull reality of the situation.

The captain of the guards, Commander Ismeir Odinburge maneuvers to your group on horseback and it is this time you explain your story. The evil below the town is now destroyed, the Skinsaw cult has been smashed and scattered. The undead have been destroyed and magnimar can now soon return to it’s normal business as a major port of trade. Within a day you are granted an audience with the Lord Mayor who generously rewards your group with gold. You have no doubt your action not only gained the trust and respect of Lord Mayor, but of the entire town. In fact, it does not take long for the fighting ability of your group to spread from Magnimar to Sandpoint.

Your high profile reputation comes at a price, for it’s not too long before the Lord Mayor summons your group to complete a simple task of check on the remote outpost called Fort Rannick. It seems contact with the outpost has gone quiet and this is rather worrisome given the dangerous region Fort Rannik resides. A rugged group of men known as the Order of the Black Arrows is in charge of the keep and it will be your duty to make contact with them, assist them as needed and report back the news from the remote outpost.

It is here we will begin our next game. Chapter 3 of Rise of the Runelords – Hook Mountain Massacre.



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