Plans Ghoulish and Guarded - Caress Melani Journal - Session 13

Bounded Waves

"Ghouls, eating bones." Mythram said quietly as she closed the door again. 

"Those are dangerous undead as I recall," Caress noted.

"Cunning and vicious creatures that arose from a pact with Orcus. Their claws can cause bodies to freeze up and leave them vulnerable to being devoured," Ravyn said. "I've read a few books now and again and the subject has come up."

"Then we'll want to prepare before we move in," Lyra suggested.

"I have a charm I can cast upon myself to keep the claws of the dead and fiends at bay," Caress said. "I would have to cease my focus on the blessing of protection I gave Mythram." She gestured toward the slight silver shimmer around the rogue.

"It's probably a good idea, but there's a second exit and this one..." 

The rogue looked toward the door that lacked a lock and opened into the room.

"We're not going to be barricading it."

"Perhaps, we set up on this one and barricade the other, if you can get to it safely," Ravyn suggested.

"I should be able to do that," Mythram agreed.

The plan in place, Caress let the divine power flow into her whip and stood at the door ready to open it and Mythram stepped away. Ravyn moved to the intersection a moment later where she could keep watch on both groups. Then the sound of pitons hammering around the corner came clear. 

"Let evil wash away like a river carries away stagnation to the sea," she whispered and opened the door.

Almost instantly, a ghoul launched across the room and lashed out at her, struggling to fight through the dragon-blooded tattoo and the blessing of Sharess and failing miserably. But as she watched, Caress saw the other ghouls burst through the barricaded door out the other side of the room. 

It was a ghoul plan, and it went ghoulishly.

 

The Second Rounds - Fleshy Madness - Session Six

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The Arrival at Bazzoxan

The Second Round woke up after a night of rest and came down into the common room of the Ready Room, seeking out Delez Demona to ask the bartender where they might find the commander of the garrison. 

"Well, that would be Verin Thelyss, he's been here some years now," the bartender said.  "If you're looking for mercenary work, I can definitely tell you they'd be interested."

"All right," Elara asked. "Where can we find him."

Delez blinked and pointed out the door. "That'll be him right now. Oh no..."

The group turned around and looked to see a tall drow running alongside two guards, an orc and a goblin, heading for the gates of the Betrayer's Rise.

Bounded Waves - Caress Melani Journal - Session 12

The Cult and the Dragon

 

Caress looked over the flowing images of cats stalking and lazing along a river bed as they sat in the camp. The druid was leading them by twists and turns that maybe a ranger could follow, but which already had her turned around. She wondered if Lyra was having an easier time keeping track of things given she hailed from the Feywild, but had to admit that she'd only heard vague stories about that place, it might be perfectly signposted and easy to navigate.

She focused herself again on the images now embedded into her skin and wondered if the images had come from her or if they were something that Reidoth had built into the enchantment. Would the images be shadows for Mythram or the moonlight and rays for Lyra. And then there was the question of what it could possibly be for Ravyn. 

 

Tattoos with dragon blood and magic for ink.