Look Ma, Four Hands!

Bluegarde, The Finale, Session 2

As we delved deeper into the Cells of Withrok, seeking out the tools to aid us in our coming battle with Reverence, we had to quickly learn how to use our newfound abilities. For the record, being a sorcerer is easy, no problem whatsoever; having boobs, well...how do the ladies stand it? My back has hurt ever since we fought those minotaurs!


Despite my new form, I am still the party's Rogue at heart, and I managed to suss out the location of a hidden doorway that led into a chamber containing a chest. After "Helja" figured out the code, I managed to spring the chest open. Inside was a scythe, a black cloak that seemed to hide the presence of whoever wore it, and a ghastly, skeletal mask; we turned our Warlock into the very visage of Death! Very cool.

Continuing down the other pathway from the room with the infamous lantern; we came across the Faceless One, a being created from one of Dorthelo's experiments. I decided to stick around and chat with him, while the rest of the party ventured on; I later heard tell of some Infinite Coffin or some such, but I have no idea what that means. I sat there across from the Faceless One, sharing with him news of the outside world. I wanted so badly to free him from his iron prison, but there was no way to break him out; he seemed content, even overjoyed, just to have the company. I'll miss that guy.

Oh, and we may have brutally defeated a four-armed demon, a Glabrezu, who was guarding the stalactite prison of Dorthelo. Poor guy must have been sitting there for decades, and we just barged in and sent him back to Hell. I feel a little badly about that.

Anyway, we spoke to Dorthelo, he warned us about Reverence, promised us his complete might in fighting this crazy war, and we moved on out of the stronghold. We transformed back into ourselves; I found myself ruefully massaging my now shockingly flat chest. Onward to the Tothkuni!

Mephisto, Son of the Dark Prince