| 2nd of Obad, 565 QC
With Dazzetaine Deepfury leading the way, the rest of the party (Therani Woodlight, Ilyan Durani, and Gorok) snuck through the remains of the dungeon. Fighting off baboons and snakes, they found another dead Cuthbertian, and rescued a live one: Brad. They discovered that Ishani Dhatri had been taken by a four-armed beast to something known as the Halls of Sacrifice. With Chad and Brad in tow, they snuck up a long and winding staircase that eventually opened into a huge vaulted temple set up as a hellish diorama representing the far limits of suffering. In trying to explore the room, they awakened old demons, one of whom, Tlazoteotl, demanded that they return the Promise that they had stolen. The party refused, and they nearly paid with their lives. Gorok was almost torn in half by an enraged Tlazoteotl, while Brad and Chad were dragged screaming into a burning hellscape by a spear-wielding salamander. The party was barely able to escape alive, almost giving up the Promise that they carried. They ran from the awakened demons and scrambled out of the dungeons, discovering that they were standing atop an ancient ziggurat in the middle of an unrecognizable jungle. Using the blessed char provided to them by the Heirarch, they opened a brief portal to what they hoped was the Bank of St. Cuthbert and stepped through, just as a swarm of demon-birds dove down upon them.
They were saved. For now.
I popped back into the portal room at the bank in a protective crouch, bow at the ready for my next shot. I’m pretty sure that arrow I loosed just before we transported landed in that demon bird thingy I was aiming for. At least I hopped it did. Bastards. The priests around us seemed pretty disturbed at our arrival. I certainly didn’t need to hear all those shouts in my ear. “Whoa!”, “You’re safe!”, “Don’t shoot!” etc. Come on now, who do you think we are? Professionals, that’s who. No respect. I will say it took me a moment to realize we weren’t about to be attacked by a swarm of demon birds, but don’t tell them that. I rose slowly out of the protective crouch I was in. Gracefully, of course, despite my wounds. I looked around. Good, everyone’s here and accounted for even if Daze still looks a bit… dazed. At least she’s not all bloody & disheveled like the rest of us. We do look pretty bad, but we’re all breathing so there’s that. More than we can say for Chad & Brad. Nice fellows if a bit prissy, they’ll be missed. I spot the Heirarch sweep into the room and take us in. He doesn’t look happy. Well, buddy, I’m none too happy myself. Those demons are going down as soon as we get some healing and more people to help fight. Especially Tlazoteotl, what a jerk. I mean really, does he need to be that big & tall? What’s he trying to prove? And what about the smaller magic dude he’s got buried in his chest? If that’s not cheating, I don’t know what is. I address the Heirarch calmly, “We’re gonna need a bigger boat.” He gives me a confused look. Clearly not a fan of pop culture. Whatever. He and the priests don’t seem in any hurry to come closer to us. “Any healers in the house?” Jeez, you’d think these people had never seen adventurers returning from a campaign. I can’t wait to get back to the ziggurat and take care of those sons of bitches once and for all. Maybe Ishani’s still alive despite missing an arm. One can only hope…