Session 69

You know, despite my summary, you really should go back and take a look at the log. It's strange, gross, offensive and hilarious.

The Number Seven
Matthias plopped a few daughters heads on his glaive for grim effect and followed the rest of the departing group back into the drained passage, between the two shut portals. Serren was able to decipher their labels: Yssidral Bay #7 and Plane of Steam #7, suggesting these were two in a series of portals draining sea water and super heating it. Matthias, Fin and Victoria noticed these were the same kind of portals they destroyed back in the crystal caves, those labeled #6.

The Portal Network
Sev leading the way, the group made it back to the second level, finding many portals leading many different demon-occupied places. When Finduilas passed by a Dawnspear portal dangerously close to her home, she asked if those who could fly would help make sure everything was okay. Ultimately, Izaki and Tasha escorted the Veluvian survivors back to Ivristel, while the group agreed.

Destruction of the Portals
The group destroyed the portals, but for Ivristel and the Dawnspear, effectively cutting off the easy demon troop movement, especially since slaying the Anubian portal makers.

Ilpa expressed her gratefulness and relief in being rescued by the group and promised to do everything in her power to help, including discovering how to access the dormant Hoping within her. She welcomed them as second family and said they always had a second home with her and Gravant. They then departed for Ivristel, expecting the group soon. You noticed Gravant was a changed man since getting his wife back, content and radiant.

Twoth by Teleport

• Temple Massacre: Serren and Finduilas teleported to the temple interior with the Angry Star, Fin having had the worst time ever in her bag trip between Tazjaree and Idaasila. That aside, dispelling the darkness and the silence revealed a massacre, the Rayan clergy murdered, their wings plucked off and their lungs carved out and placed on their backs in a torture known as the Blood Eagle.
  
• Sons of Demon: Hundreds of red eyes opened in the shadows and the pair were assailed by waves of small insectoid goblin demons wearing fetishes and carrying weapons made from raptoran parts.
  
• Rise, Anon: Serren called up a half-elemental justicator from the center of a pentagram, an angelic being of fire named Anon that aided in their defense against the seemingly endless surges of filthy, little cretins.
  
• Purification by Fire: Finduilas, sobbing and shocked, called upon holy fire to eliminate everything evil in the immediate radius.
  

Threeth by Portal

• The Big Reveal: Matthias and Victoria passed through the portal, finding themselves about a ten minute flight from Fin's home. On the way, Victoria decided to reveal her dark secret, even as Matthias made light of matters. The frivolity was cut deadly short with the admission she was the spark of Laz. Matthias, after some pause, assured her he valued her for who she was, not what was inside her, and they continued on, coming upon the vale.
  
• Arideidae Vale: The one beautiful vale was destroyed, the green fields and farms now ash or dead brown, and the crystal mere choked with the dead. The hundreds of cliffside homes smoked with ruin and the grand temple, stretching the length of the cliff height, was marred with blood streaks and feathers. Sev waited by the door, waving for them to join him. After a moment's dialogue, sounds of fire and waves of heat and light spurred them within to join the interior battle.
  

Interior Temple Battle
The inside of the temple was like a wide, hollow cyllinder stretching to the top of the cliff 2000 feet up, all of decorated stone and marble. However it laid in ruins, charred or bloody or both. With the added might of Victoria, Matthias and Sev, the small demons began to withdraw back to the shelves.

That's when the first cottage-sized chunk of architecture crashed into the group, injuring Fin, Sev and Matt. More rained down after, forcing the group to either flee or fly up. Victoria fearlessly flew upward, avoiding five tumbling boulders, Serren teleporting upward just after after moving the Angry Star to safety, Anon behind him.

Hope
Meanwhile, Sev, Matthias and Finduilas ran outside before being squashed by any more debris. In that moment victory seemed empty, perhaps unattainable. The beating of distant wings and the sight of approaching raptorans momentarily lifted the priestess's spirits, until she realized they were crows, Delilah's flock.

Fin just sat in place, shaking in terror and sorrow.

Matthias squeases Finch's shoulder, resenting having to hide like this for the time being but trying to distract himself with reassuring Finduilas.

She seems mostly unresponsive. "He's going to distroy the temple...." She'd say and swallow deep, her throat dry. "I... ah... I guess... at this point he needs to."

Sev looks over at Fin "Hey, I thought you were a cleric... Aren't you gonna fight for your temple's existence?"

"Can't you purify this place too once we get these damn buggers out of the way?"

"I... I could..." She'd say and stand up.

"Damnit Finch, get ahold of yourself. This isn't just your temple.. this is your HOME...your Raya for gods sake... now ACT like her!." Matthias would stand, itching for a fight.

"..... I'm going to fucking kill each and every one of them..." She'd say and start flying for the top of the tower.

"Oh or we could build a new temple!" Sev seems suddenly jovial, "With a bigger tower 30,000 feet in height! LETS SEE THEM TAINT THAT!"

"Now thats more like it!" And Matthias would grin at Sev and go zooming up after her.

Temple Heights
The highest reach of the temple is a wide disc of marble inlaid in gold, supporting a crystal altar that acts like a prism, catching the sunlight from all angles of the open space, just barely roofed with a heavenly painted dome supported by pillars. The view of the Dawnspears is breathtaking, allowing for an unimpeded view of the sun in all its phases of the day, now in late afternoon, so washing the landscape a fiery orange.

Mother Lamarial

But lounging on the altar is the foulest thing you've ever seen, for she is known by some as the Foulwomb and others by Mother Lamarial, Demon Lord of the Overlands. She appears as a twenty foot giantess of jaundice color crossed with a grasshopper, with six extremely long humanoid legs and tentacles for arms. She's spread eagle, her vagina consisting of over half her body, toothy like a maw complete with tongue and black lips. Her torso is thrown backward, with an extra-long head curled like a gourd so as to see with beady eyes over her flopped breasts and stomach. You realize then the title of Mother is nothing more than an unholy mockery, a grotesque abomination numbering in the demon elite.

The First Discharge

The entirety of the group shocked, or at the very least disgusted, Lamarial spewed an acid from her gap, a four-clawed Glabrezu rolling out with it. Sev followed up with a charge, though missed, and the demon son moved in on Serren, managing an unsightly offense which left the mage throwing spell shields left and right.

Prepare for Oblivion
Victoria attempted to end the battle right there, but Lamarial endured the trademark finger of death.

Oh honey, you didn't think I'd come prepared?" Lamarial waves a Deathward scroll.

Matthias retorted, "Bringing protection doesn't seem your sort of forte."

Rape!

Serren ordered his summoned justicator to give the lady a hug, not knowing the torment he'd just condemned his summons to. As the angel grabbed her and released his fiery explosion, Lamarial entered a horny fit, screaming with pleasure as she fucked and fondled the extraplanar servant. The fire itself seemed to do little.

The mage followed up with a dizzying ray, which caught the demon and sent her into vertigo, but the light-headedness seemed only to heighten her sexual experience.

Fiery Vengeance
Fin breathed deep with utter rage, her voice burning with anger and choked sobs. "Barring... just one person... You've murdered everyone I've ever loved, my family, my friends... For that... I'm going to burn you with holy fire. You seek to mock the mother of creation? I seek to emulate her glory. You... you and every single one of your ilk will suffer and burn at my hand!"

And magic exploded in her vagmaw, causing shivers of painful pleasure.

Spunk

Matthias was... covered in acid-vag spunk. Vag spunk. Vag... spunk. He was staring into a vagina the size of a hallway and dripping as his skin sizzled . But the physical burn wasn't as bad as the one he felt in his eyes. This was... Matthias couldn't even come up with a coherent sentence and opted instead for. "Everybody UP," followed by shifting once more into giant form and slamming his glaive into the stone 'floor' with the intention of starting a crack that would buckle the altar under the demons weight. Ugh... just...UGH.

After a devastating barrage, the floor was breaking apart, though in his fury his glaive kicked up on a fragment and stabbed him in the ribs. He tore it out with a grunt, content with the self-infliction if it meant getting rid of the sight before him.

Angels and Orgasms
Lamarial channeled her negative energies into the enduring angel, fucking him furiously all the while. In a sudden burst, the vagmaw spewed a white, acidic froth over the group.

Reverse Gravity
The Glabrezu, sensing the floor coming apart, reversed gravity, he, his mother, Anon and Sev flipping upside down to fight on the cracking mural. He then caresses his mother's cheek and removed her dizziness.

You Disgust Me, Die

Victoria slowly rotates around so she's facing "up" again. "You disgust me." She points her Finger at Lamariel, and says, "Die."

The demon lord shudders and spats, tongue lolling out of her vagmaw, clutching her chest and clawing into her breasts till their ribbons. She trembles and goes still, still suspended on the ceiling.

With the demon lord dead, Serren ensured the ceiling remained supported with a wall of force, Anon climbed out from under Lamarial's bulk to attack the demon, and Finduilas administered a mass heal.

Glaivewrath
Matthias abandoned the crumbling floor, instead going straight for the Glabrezu, which was utterly destroyed in flashes of steel, cold and lightning. With the demon dead, the group began to discuss just what to do with the lord's body.

BOO!

Lamarial leaps up, screeching as her vagmaw's lips peel away to reveal a gnashing mess of teeth akin to a shark and venus fly trap mixed. Her six legs bend backward into claws and her gourd-face splits opens like a dread blossom to reveal a whipping tongue. "BOO!"

The shock was so great, it sent Matthias running. He dropped his glaive in a panic, a grim shadow of his Anubian nightmare world...

Puss Milk
Following up her scare, Lamarial's breasts stiffened like cacti, her nipples burst, and she sprayed the group with green-white puss milk. It made its way into Finduilas and Matthias's mouths, sending them into violent wretching fits.

Lets Wrassle
Sev, in icy sloth form, grabbed the vagmaw by the lips and attempted to throw it down, but she proved entirely too strong, ultimately scarring him with huge vaginal bitemarks. And while Sev kept her occupied, Victoria removed Matthias's fear, though still he puked, while Anon tried a failed series of attacks.

Lamarial triple leg locked Sev, her pubic hair lashing out for extra hold, and the vagmaw swallowed the upper half of the archdruid. The Foulwomb moaned in ecstacy as she enveloped the sloth, slowly munching and swallowing her way down. He then shifted into an acid form, surging through her tubes and burning as he went.

Don't You Know Who I Am?

Victoria looks up at the demon lord, her face a mask of quiet anger. She focuses again, throwing a dispel magic on her to remove the Death Ward. "Don't you know who I am?"

"You're my newest dildo, bitch!" The demon screeches, resisting her spell.

Get Out!
Lamarial tried to forcibly remove Sev, spewing for an acid spray and hoping to eject the archdruid with it. He managed to hang on, though the group was doused, as well as attack a newborn demon as it rolled out, a gorilla-wasp Hezrou.

The Chaos of Battle
In what seemed a furious mess, Victoria, Sev, Serren and Anon fought against Lamarial and her Hezrou, spells fizzling, discharges flying, and other attacks going in rapid succession. The Hezrou found the sickly Finduilas and also began to attack her mercilessly, throwing chaos hammers at Victoria on the side.

Lamarial finally managed to remove the dimensional anchor and teleported to another portion of ceiling, minus the intrusive acid Sev.

"Too big for you ?" He spits out angrily.

"I hardly felt a thing!" She snarled back.

The spells against her continued to fizzle, her resistance proving a serious block for the casters. Lamarial shot another discharge, but was hit in kind by a flame strike in kind, which with the subdual knockdowns from Serren were beginning to take their toll.

When the justicator's time was up, he quickly left the plane, having experienced a little too much for his liking.

As the Hezrou looked about ready to kill Finduilas, Matthias overcame his nausea to deliver the wrath of Giantkind, destroying the demon utterly and saving the priestess's life.

Sev continued an outer assault, and Victoria managed to finally remove Lamarial's deathward.

Die, Bitch

Lamarial, looking properly trounced beyond even her regenerative abilities, and with a woozy, split smile, laughs, "Well, my lovelies, it has been a treat, but I will see you on the battle- *urck* battle... field..."

Just as she's about to teleport, a pilum flies through her head, sending her down. And standing behind her is Finduilas's mother. "Die bitch."

Reunion
In a moving reunion, mother and daughter embraced, even as Finduilas stood a little dumbfounded. Katcha explained the Rayans were warned and assisted by the Thormian flock, who had been tracking Delilahn flock movements and discovered the terrible secret of the demon lord with them. While many Rayans died trying to defend the temple and the vale, the children and many others were safely tucked away in the Thormian roost.

The Delilahn raptorans whom the group saw flying towards them were stragglers hoping to loot the temple since its fall, but met a swift end. It was then the group noticed several hundred raptorans approaching, heron-like Rayans and eagle-like Thormians.

Melting Point
The group removed themselves, Katcha and the surviving Rayan clergy melted away the tainted temple top in a hollocaust of holy flame. The leader of the Thormian forces, a battle-worn eagle of middling feather, invited them back for a celebration. So the group followed, Serren with the Angry Star.

Thormian Roost
The roost was situated on a particularly snowy mountain carved in a vague likeness of an eagle head, mouth in a forever screech, which led down into a huge, heart-shaped cavern many hundreds of feet wide and high, with mercury wells at the bottom and the holy altar of Thorm.
Festivities

Fin
Fin asked the head priest, an old eagle with missing wing and armor too heavy to fly in without magic, to keep the Angry Star stored until a time she could purify it, which he agreed if she would put in a good word for him with her mother. The Angry Star was then placed in the safety of the vault and sealed shut, even as it glowed a furious red.

Matthias
Matthias encountered two paladins guarding the altar, or more like a tankard beneath it, which, after a bold statement that he was Thorm, provoked such a laughter they allowed him a taste. The brew was excellent, but cat piss to what giant's drank. Still, he enjoyed himself, poking at Fin a bit before asking the old eagle what he knew of divine sparks. The high priest's response was a crude one, of him being concerned more with his trouser spark, which only worked half the time, but when it did started a real fire. By that point, even Matt had had enough of sexual innuendo, and went for a bath and a bed. A blanched Finduilas followed right after, knowing the old eagle's bedfellow was her mother.

Sev
The archdruid spent his time talking to his crowbar, assuring its safety and promising to continued use. It revealed pleasure in helping put down such unnaturalness as the demons. It also revealed itself capable of speaking with other metals, if ever the need arose.

Victoria
Victoria continued her journey of self-discovery begun with Tameroc that morning. After a long discussion with the Koschei the First Lich, she discovered a philosophy on life and death that brought a modicum of inner peace and a greater understanding of the universe beyond the fundamentals of Rayans and demons.

Serren
Serren attended to his depressed minion, offering to reveal her missing memories by means of Doctor Phooka's scroll. For the first time since he'd known her, Idaasila looked genuinely interested. They removed themselves from the festivities and the spell was cast. The half-dragon began projecting images of her life for both of them to see.

The reel was short, as she was magically aged and barely a few months old, images of Daithrak, the black dragon elder, and tutelage under a lesser dragon Graeme. It ended with her kidnap by Serren's summoned weird from a motley collection of Kultussites.

Idaasila strained herself into a nosebleed, desperate to know more about herself, and revealed a shocking truth, that she was supposed to protect a shadow wyrmling named Taras. The little reptile was actually the spark of Kultuss himself, meant to broker a deal between dragons and demons at the glacier.

Serren raced out of the room to find the others, knowing his information was already over a month old. Had the deal succeeded? Was their an alliance of demons and dragons? If so, how would the dragons involve themselves?

Dark Tidings
And though most the group slept soundly and without dreams, there was so much yet to do and so little time to do it in. Serren tried waking Matthias and Fin, only to find them out cold and moaning over jam-pouring, and turned to Victoria, who urged patience until they'd all rested.


Session Notes: If you could leave your new character descriptions in the comments section, I'm going to make a group page with descriptions of each of you for any sort of future reference.


Experience:
16: 4320
17: 3442

Objectives:

1. Purify the Angry Star.
2. Rally the Rayan and Thormian flocks for war.
   
3. Decide how to deal with the dragon revelation.
4. Decide how to deal with the impending demon siege.
5. Uncover the secret of the Hoping.
6. Find and face Shalraza.
7. Win!