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HABE’S SANITARIUM

  • Where the party was taken after crashing to earth in a weird ship and being chased by ghouls

    • Apparently everyone in a state of insanity when found, hence why they brought us in

    • Each of us had a strange symbol carved into our chests

  • Run by Doctor Habe, staffed by Chelaxian tiefling thugs

    • Seems Habe made some compromises along the way, to say the least

    • The two tieflings we convinced to join us claimed they were servants of “Lord Andosalu”

      • Goren Andosalu was a painter who lived in the Keystone district of the Varisian city of Magnimar. An artist of some repute, his most famous works include ‘Andosalu’s Model’, ‘Midnight Sunrise’, and ‘Throwdown in Swynetown’. He supposedly went mad in 4701 AR and set fire to his studio. The ensuing blaze burnt down a number of buildings (including the meeting house of the Varisian Council) and killed over four dozen people. Andosalu fled the blaze and has not been seen since. Due to his intense notoriety, his paintings have only increased in value.”

  • There’s a fucking tentacle-summoning Necromancer in the basement, too >:[

  • Habe planned to kill the party (starting with Pais, then the others), then hand over the bodies to Caizarlu (the basement necromancer)

    • He’d done this to previous patients, too (Arthas Brindley, Myra Hawthorn, Lilian Visk and Egan Taniwitz)

  • Habe also had one of the ghouls, Grayst, penned up in the cell next to Pais

    • He was great fun when he broke free D:

    • Grayst declared his master to be called “Craesby”, then tried to eat us when he broke loose

  • Party escaped their cells with aid of Jubrayal (one of the guards, maybe?), stormed the building, recovered their gear and dealt with the necromancer in the basement

  • Pais then executed Doctor Habe for abusing his patients and trying to have them killed

    • Temp wasn’t thrilled by this development

    • Habe claimed that he was just trying to study insanity in order to be considered for “the Shanoir – for the Brotherhood” (Freudian slip, right there?)

      • Habe shudders and blurts it out. ‘Alright, alright! It’s my research. For the Shaonir – for the Brotherhood. I want… I just want to join the group. They said… they said if I studied mental illness, sent them my findings, they would consider my application. That’s what I’ve been doing. I didn’t kill anyone! I’m just a doctor. Studying the mind. An academic – I swear!’”

THE GHOUL FIELDS

  • Setting off with the two tieflings Temp recruited, the party sought out the place where they had “fallen to earth”

  • We found a stretch of farmland infested with ghouls, many of them disguised as scarecrows for some fucking reason

    • Wholesale ghoul slaughter ensued

  • Found a farmer (Horran Blenham) not quite turned from ghoul rot, who could shed some light on the situation

    • Horran said that several local families had gathered to try and deal with the ghouls spreading through the area, only to find themselves overwhelmed and infected before we literally came crashing into the situation

      • ‘We… gathered… to deal the scarecrows. … The three farm families. Blenhem… Grayst… Hambley. We… we thought we could deal with… our own problems… But.. there were too many… there was… was a man at the Blenhem farm… he set the beasts on us… They bit us… hung us up to ripen in the sun… but… but then…. then you fell…. from…. from…..” His knuckles points over his shoulder, southwards into the nearby corn. “You drove away their master… and the others… they chased you… chased you towards the road….’”

    • Horran confirmed the existence of ‘The Iron Servant’, said that it had been captured by the ghoul’s master

      • Pais nods quickly. “I met Grayst, just yesterday. He spoke of an Iron Servant. Did you see it as well?”

        The farmer nods weakly. “The only one of you… who didn’t… get away…. The ghoul’s master… he… he took the iron thing….”

  • Party quickly found the wreckage of the crashed ship we came down in

    • Strange metal thing, even Al’Din had difficulty identifying it (otherworldly?)

    • Touching it caused potent and disturbing hallucinations

      • A vision slices like a blade through Pais’s mind. He reels back as they bombard him. He feels chains around his wrists and ankles, the freezing plane of a seat beneath him. He feels the stink of whips, the crunch of his face as it is punched. He feels others around him, weeping, suffering. He feels hunger, terror…. then a deafening sound and the lurch of gravity.”

  • Following a trail on towards one of the farmhouses, the party encountered one of the ghoul’s leaders: Mister Craesby, holding a woman hostage to keep us at bay

    • Formerly the driver of Lord Foxglove, now all ghoulified as fuck

    • Ranted and raged, claimed that he had seen each of us killed and marked with the symbol by his Master

      • Craesby spits at the heroes. ‘How did you do it? Tell me how you fall from the sky, with that metal, that fire, that iron servant who my Master took. You were dead – all of you. And I do not smell my Master’s gift upon you. How have you returned? How did you fall here, when my pack was having its feast?’”

    • Spoke of “The Lord of Bleaklow” a bit, too

      • He snears back at Pais. ‘The Master will know of this. He will come again. He will mark you again. And the Lord of Bleaklow will consume this land. My father’s work will be complete. The Misgivings will rise again!’”

    • Anyway, we got bored of chatting to the rapey ghoul bastard and promptly purged the fuck out of him

    • Rescued the woman he had been holding hostage and her two children too, cos we’re all heroic like that

  • The woman we rescued confirmed that Foxglove was the one responsible for the ghoul infestation

    • ‘It was the lord,’ sobs the woman. ‘Lord Foxglove. He arrived in the carriage… we let him in. We couldn’t refuse him. He’s lord of these lands. But then… the tunnel… those things… he summoned them up from there…’ She pulls her children closer.”

      • Interestingly, that’s the carriage Myrl and Pais were killed in

  • The party elected to track down Foxglove and put a stop to him (Jubrayal wasn’t thrilled about this prospect)

    • The woman, her children and the two tieflings were sent onwards to raise the alarm about the ghoul infestation

    • We spent the night resting in the farmhouse, and had weird fucking dreams

      • It is the first night away from the soothing incense of the asylum. In its absence, the escaped inmates breathe their half-forgotten trauma. From their bedrolls in the Blenham farmhouse, their minds are pulled into frantic, harrowing dreams of being chased along blood-dark clifftops. It is forever midnight, and the only the sound is the hammering of flayed palms upon a window pane, in the bedroom of a house, far along the cliff-line. Someone is calling to them, weeping for them. They run, and stumble, and run again. And always he is there behind them – the man with the blade, running them down, cutting the unworldly glyph into their flesh. His hands are pale like a ghoul’s. His blade is black like the metal in the cornfields. They scream and sweat beneath their blankets, then wake with a start, clutching their chests, feeling the agony as it was before.”

FOXGLOVE MANOR

  • The party travelled through the weird Thassalonian tunnels to reach the Manor House

  • All manner of gribbly things were a-lurking

    • Cagan got possessed by a Vilcakis, but luckily he got free and murderised it

    • Ghosts in some of the rooms too, trying to possess the party whilst rambling on about past events

      • Seems the first ghost was one of Foxglove’s servants (madly in love with him), claimed that “the gypsy whore” was sleeping with the carpenter he’d hired

      • Said ghost also then tried to kill us all, proving once again that everyone should listen to Pais when he recommends murderising something

        • Unless he’s sober, don’t listen to him then

  • Full blown ghoul siege ensued, much smiting was done

  • Each of the stained glass window sets (spread across the floors) seem to incorporate components of necromancy

    • Between Al’Din and Pais, they realize that all five of the subjects in the windows are classic spell components for necromancy magic (scorpion venom, vampire’s breath, the tongues of deathwing moths, belladonna, and the heart of a maiden slain by poison).”

    • Al’Din feels the answer slowly coming together. The first set of windows showed the Treant, the Roc and the Kraken – creatures fabled to be immortal. The second set of windows showed the cardinal components of necromancy. The third set of windows showed the great masters of the craft. If there is a fourth window, perhaps in the basement, where it looks out upon the cliff, the story will be completed.”

      • Turns out they all make up the ritual necessary for achieving lichdom (cheery stuff for windows)

  • The paintings tried to murder us, that was fun

    • As the last of the cobwebs is cleared away, the temperature in the room drops dramatically. Breath frosts in the air and fingers of rime slither across the walls. The figures depicted in the portraits suddenly shift from paintings of living people to those of dead folk. Kasanda and Lorey slump into misshapen, tumor-ridden corpses. Traver grows pale as a long cut opens in his throat and blood washes down over his chest. Cyralie blackens and chars, and her arms, legs, and back twist as if broken in dozens of places. Aldern’s flesh darkens with rot, his hair falls out, and he deforms into a ghoul-like monster. Both Sendeli’s and Zeeva’s portraits frost over but otherwise remain unchanged. Vorel’s entire portrait, frame and all, erupts into a sudden explosion of faces and ectoplasm. This wave of spirits washes over the entire room in seconds.”

      • Each painting seems to have come to embody the way in which their subjects died

  • Entering the basement, we encountered a whole plethora of weird gribbly shit (including the Carpenter that Aldern murdered alongside his wife)

    • Jub-Jub got chop-chopped, RIP good buddy D:

  • Finally got ahold of Foxglove, though, who had indeed gone full ghoul

    • Foxglove is almost distracted by the strange baby sound, but then looks back at Pais. ‘Xanesha… she will fix this. Since that terrible night, when I fled.. when I left Iesha’s body cold.. . Xanesha was the one. The only one who helped me. Not like that damned Brotherhood, taking my money, blackmailing me, promising to help but never coming. Only Xanesha. She gave me hope… a way out… all I had to was take her list…. and CARVE. CUT AND CARVE!’”

      • We can confirm Foxglove’s ties to the Brotherhood from this, though he seems to have fallen out of favour

      • Who the fuck is Xanesha? Seems she’s the one that got Aldern cutting and carving the symbols

  • We finally discovered what the “Iron Servant” is: an extremely advanced golem named Biblio

    • He had Kelanni’s baby, too

      • Maybe now she’ll stop fucking screaming about it all the time

  • Upon righteously murderising Foxglove, the party was attacked by bizarre otherworldly entities (totally Cenobites)

    • Biblio did the time-warp again and got us the fuck out of there, but we lost Cagan when escaping (RIP good buddy D:)

THE SHADOW PLANE

  • Cos nothing sounds more welcoming than a place literally fucking called ‘THE SHADOW PLANE’

    • Fuck, Biblio, could you not have landed us some place warm and sunny?

  • Biblio’s planar-warp landed the party here

  • We met a lovely Fetchling chap named Ramur, who agreed to help us get back to the Material Plane

    • We managed to haggle him down from taking Kelanni’s baby as payment

  • Landed up at a canyon guarded by a whole bunch of nasty Shadow Plane critters, led by an Erinyes who went full dominatrix on Temp

    • Pais forgot what negotiations were and started a fight that led to him getting horribly mangled

    • Fortunately Temp didn’t go full retard as well, and got the Shadow Plane folks (servants of Zon-Kuthon) to back off by showing them the brand on her chest

      • Turns out the creepy Cenobite motherfuckers are called the Mariners, and they’re dangerous enough to have the God of Torture and Suffering pissing his pants

  • Some insect motherfuckers (another race occupying the Shadow Plane) agreed to help get us home via a planar gate

    • They also asked us to take home the body (or what was left of it) of one Drovur, a fetchling Oracle who spontaneously combusted or some shit

      • The Queen bows to Temp. ‘Drovur had recorded five such incidents of late, and was heading to the Riverlands to follow an oracle vision granted to him.’ She lowers her head, and her tattoos glow a solemn yellow of mourning. ‘But his path across the Hinterlands took the last of his strength. By the time Drovur arrived at the Hill, he knew he would not survive the journey ahead. He knew he would not even survive the night. And so he asked for my help. An oracle of skill, Drovur proposed to commune with the powers of divination at the very moment of his death, so that he might see the place to which his Fetchling essence was dragged. Few have attempted such a feat. Yet I lent what aid I could and summoned my cardinals to assist.’”

      • The Queen bows to Pais. ‘The ceremony lasted the long hours of the night, and in the final moments Drovur recounted his visions as his breath gave out. He spoke of a forest, a babbling river, the wailing of a child trapped in the arms of a rotting monster. He spoke of you…’ She points to Kelanni. ‘He described you, lain upon the river bank, a wound upon your chest, blood and water mixing. He described himself moving towards you… lying beside you… holding your hand. And those were the last things he saw, and the last words he spoke, before the end. And then his body was drawn apart, as if by a slow and magical force, his limbs and organ dashed upon the rocks. Some of the viscera faded into shadow. Other parts of it remained…’ she points a claw to the northern tunnel, ‘… in there.’”

    • Being magnanimous sorts, we agreed to haul the fetchling giblets back to Magnimar

  • The party was taken to Shadow Absalom the next day, where we could find a gate home

    • Said gate was, of course, guarded by a bastard Umbral Dragon cos fuck making things easy, right?

      • Temp managed to wrangle a deal with the scaly cunt, promising to return in a hundred years and grant him a Wish (I’m sure nothing bad will ever come of this)

  • Then we did the planar-warp again, and got back to Magnimar