"Behind enemy lines and surrounded on all sides by demonic filth, our heroes forged a path made of blood and sinew through the treasonous cultists…"
- Memoirs of the Great Sage and Eminent Alchemist Willie Nelson
The party quickly made their way west to move away from the large creature that approached them in the darkness of the gray stone walls and came upon a familiar face. Wenduag, the captain of the mongrelmen traitors in the tunnels, reappeared with several tieflings in tow shooting arrows deftly into the nearest bystanders. The party proved too much for Wenduag and her followers and they quickly ended her secretly hoping that she had given no information to the demons about their forays in the underground.
The large creature approached from the east while the party was otherwise involved with Wenduag's party and would have likely killed the party if not for Mytho's quick thinking. Mytho conjured an illusion blocking off the corridor as a wall as the party dove in the next room and after several tense minutes the sounds of bones crunching changed to thudding footsteps that grew silent as it moved away.
Happy to still be alive, the party kept exploring the west part of the garrison and came upon another creature cooking something unimaginably awful in a cauldron. Glim and Daven attempted to kill him outright, but their weapons past through air as the illusion fell away and the same creature they saw was now behind him. Fortunately, the creature seemed unable to defend itself against their combined arms and they made short work of him. However, as the creature gave it's dying breath it croaked out,"You're too late….. we've already begun the ritual…"
With renewed urgency, the party quickly took inventory of the room and found two items of interest. One was Irabeth's family sword, which she had lost years ago to Kandro Nyserian, and it was quickly reunited with its original owner. The other item was a note to one Lord Vhane:
I believe you find the enclosed weapon to be a singular and familiar delight, for it belonged to your old "friend" Irabeth. She sold it to Kandro Nyserian, of all people… I've no idea why. Kandro's been sitting on it for years… Still would be, except his home got smashed by an Ulkreth. Shame. He managed to save the sword and came here, begging for an escort north to Drezen, doubtless so he could give you the sword and weasel some cash to help him set up a new home. I hope you don't begrudge the creativity I took…our friend Nyserian serves now as a warm suit for a vermlek as punishment for only revealing the sword now instead of when he first acquired it. I suspect the blade will take to your brother's touch nicely!
Your Loyal Servant, Othirubo"
The party continued to search the perimeter and came upon Iomedae's sacred altar, now defiled and the dais for offering cracked beyond repair. Bardas and Irabeth both noticed a faint glowing outline somewhere on the wall out of the corner of their vision but could not locate its source, however Glim stumbled upon a small symbol of Iomedae's order, the sword with the sun rising behind it, that was hidden in a visible but subtle way. Bardas touched the symbol and the gray stone wall behind the symbol lurched backwards and revealed a secret room.
Inside this room, which had not been disturbed for centuries judging by the dust and cobwebs, the party found a treasure trove of cold iron weaponry, shields and armor perfect for defeating demons. The party quickly rearmed and made their way east to see if they could find a way to the upper parts of the keep.
They managed to reach the other side of the garrison in due time carefully picking their way through obstacles that had been left behind, however they came across a Schir demon and two cultists picking through the remnants of a damaged library that caused an alarm to ring out.
Afraid that reinforcements would aid the cultist that had rang the alarm, they quickly dispatched the demon and one of the traitors and charged after the runner only to be struck with an incredible pain, "a massive migraine" that occurred and subsided soon after. Shaken but determined they kept moving forward until seconds later a dark, swirling vortex of energy appeared, mauve or purplish in color, and purple fire shot out from the portal in all directions singing the hairs on their arms and deflecting off their armor.
Unsure of this new development, the session ended with the party charging onward with a stairway nearby showing the way up…