SESSION 325: The Dreaming Caldera Pt.7: Godflesh
The final battle is upon us, the face-off with the Chaos God (or something)!
Day 772 Continued II (Underworld): It was time to loot the weavers chamber and figure what to do with the ‘god-wig’. The old half-worm bags had jack shit. In fact their two chests only contained desiccated elves. “Mazucar! Spazucar!”, screamed Azucar. It was the other two members of his raiding party. The weavers had sucked all their beauty from them but they still clung to life, just barely. The shrivelled bodies were unpacked and fed a healing berry, to little observable effect. Perhaps they were slightly more alive it was difficult to tell. After investigating the elves it was thought that months of bed rest and healing could facilitate recovery. For now they were completely incapacitated. After some thinking they were each tied to a rocking chair that Blerp could carry under each arm. Attention now moved to the southern door.
Bunny listened and could here odd sounds, not creatures but of stuff doing things perhaps machinery. Beyond was the ‘Blood Bank’, giant dripping metal vats, elaborate overhead plumbing, puddle-covered floors, dim yellow light from hissing gas lamps. A lone aproned dwarf with shoulder-length seal-skinned gloves waddles between tanks, turning valves. A narrow access tunnel leads east.
Saffron charmed the dork. We didn’t need any headaches. They learned some things from the twerp. He simply seemed to have found a way to preserve himself and get paid for it. They told the dwarf they would return after committing some deicide. He seemed skeptical but gave them a ‘thumbs up’ nevertheless.
Falling back they were attempting to move cautiously past a pair of dragon lair doors when a bunch of whacked out chaos fanatics danced through and into the Sisters’ acid vault. Our gang were able to steal a quick glance before the doors closed . Nothing much beyond the gross green glow illuminating a glassy black bridge, much the same as they had seen spanning the chasm on the upper floor. Next stop was the theatre, after a momentary distraction by a half dozen lumbering neanderthal zombies. This would not have been so ‘surprising’ if anyone had asked Blerp where the passage lead…
The Auditorium: A crowded candlelit theater. Curving polygonal tiers of bench seats slope downwards towards a stage at the southern end of this trapezoid-shaped room. At least one hundred humanoids–goblins, orcs, gnolls, harpies, armored men, and ogres sit in attendance. They’re serenaded by punctuated spurts of blisteringly loud, otherworldly soprano scream-singing emanating from the stone tunnel behind the stage. Massive frescoes line the walls depict a golden youth rising from an ocean of melting bodies. A display of mangled corpses is impaled on stakes at the front of the stage. At this time the audience appeared to be in a sleepy daze in between god-screeching sets. They cautiously and quietly ended the chamber and slunk along one of the walls to the stage before darting down the back passage.
Next stop was the final battle (with the Chaos God, well not really read on to find out).
A gargantuan cavern; the edges of reality here bleed away to white.
A mountainous mound of foul-smelling compressed garbage shifts slightly; it’s merely the skullcap of the incomplete godling. Its 200’ body lies vivisected, arms akimbo, awaiting completion. Waves of wriggling filth washes over its skin in skittering waves.
A massive gash in its chest reveals a 5’ beating heart of pure gold in a pool of sizzling acid. Its perpetually wet mouth bellows a hypnotic and revolting melody akin to a phlegmy child singing a nursery rhyme backwards.
The sight and sounds tore at their feeble hobo minds.
The golden strands of Azucar’s hair around their wrists glowing for a moment of protection magic allowing their minds not to melt. Saffron and Carla (after drinking a potion) flew towards the partially assembled entity after Bunny tossed a silence stone in the vicinity of its head. No one wanted to hear any more of that vile song. Carla tossed a sweet water potion into the acidic cleave holding the heart as Bimbles cast lower water. The plan was to kill the god quick like. It caused damage to the incomplete shell but the heart continued to beat, acidic blood or not. Moving within proximity of the golden heart activated the Archangel of Chaos, the real threat. First from somewhere in the darkness above a death ray shot down to disintegrate Carla. The Green-Queen was able to raise the Armature of Palanthis to intercept and diffuse the ray. They flew upwards into the darkness to find the source of the bolt.
They found it. “AHHHHHHH I don’t like it! Wrong Wrong Wrong”, screamed a Saffron at the limits of her already fractured mind.
Archangel of Chaos: A pink and flapping creature of wings and eyes. Resembling skinned, uncooked chicken. Next it produced a sickening trumpeting sound, from somewhere. Resulting in multiple murderers being frozen in place. Carla got in the things grill somehow fending of its continued attacks. They almost had it and then it rejuvenated its gross form. The fight started all over again. Green eye-ray beams, trumpeting of paralysis and divine magicks of a dark slant. The fight repeated. The gross twisted mess tried its damnedest to nuke our heroes but they was on a mission from Ghad. It hit the floor with a sickly splat just as Dolec severed the vile black aorta connecting the golden heart to the Chaos god. Now it was done. The behemoth began to melt along with its winged abomination.
“Hey new friends. I don’t feel so good and my old friends in the theatre are sounding not so happy”, contributed Blerp.
“Ah crud. We didn’t have a plan for them did we…”, Bunny trailed off as she slunk into a shadow.
“Shitstorm incoming”, Dolec hollered as he jumped off the liquifying god carcass and ran towards the connecting corridor.
Fight on!
The A-Team: Bunny, Carla, Bimbles, Saffron, Charles, Dolec Da, Nara, Lester & Azucar
ROLECALL
Carla the Green High Priestess of TMB (C10) 363590 xp +10% <400001> CRT 1d12/III
Scars: permanent loss left index finger and scarring on arm
Bimbles the High Priest of GSS (C10) 327825 xp +5% <400001> CRT 1d12/III
+2 save to poison and internal body things; Double eat (gotta feed my baybay)
Bunny the Thief! (T10) 319435 xp <400001> +10% CRT 1d24/II
Light wound: permanent loss of pinky finger, off hand
The Henchmen
Saffron the Mad Fairy Queen of Ribbits (FY8*) 201739 xp <200001> CRT 1d10/III
Moderate wound: Scar on abdomen
Lasting injury: -1 STR, mashed guts
Nara the Nearly Naked Purple Swami Girl (PS7) 116268 xp +5% <125000> CRT 1d16/II
Wraith Drained: -1 CON
Charles in Charge the Myrmidon (F6) 89866 <120000> +10% CRT 1d20/IV
Franz the Grave Return (Lawful; XXXX) Sword
Critical Wound: Punctured lung (-2 CON)
Mostly DEAD. (-1 CON)
Dolec Da the Hero (F7) 74855 xp +10% <120000> CRT 1d20/IV
Missing five teeth
Lester Flanders the Guardian of Oceana (P6) 52155 xp <95000> +5% CRT 1d16/IV
Azucar the Elven Myrmidon Warlock (E6)
RESERVES
Elapsed Campaign Time
743b days at beginning of session (Boris & Friends just outside of Liwil)
766a (Bunny Group Newville/ Dreaming Caldera) Busy until 779
724d (Ding-We Gang Lake of Abominations/ Liwil)
Join us for session Three-Hundred-and-Twenty-Six when we ask the questions:
What about all them dopes in the theatre?
What about the Sisters?
What about the reward from the Master?
Tale of the Tape
Nara and Charles continue their stay at the petrification hotel.
Enslaved by Saffron: Blerp the Ogre & Chory the Dwarf
KILLS
Zombies (6)
Archangel of the Chaos God
Vessel of the Chaos God
LOOT
Close but not yet.
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