Having fought the vampire titan Avalos Gemini into an interplanar retreat, Revan Ward of Khadghar and Inquisitor Joseph Prax began planning a pursuit and an attack. Research revealed the villian to have some kind of connection to the Purple Order, perhaps. Also, his location was roughly determined: a pocket plane of Gehenna.
Upon purchasing a scroll allowing a large Gate spell to be cast, Fergus flew the party, along with a small army into the unknown aboard the modified drow spelljammer Impervious through the mystical veil. Included among this army were Geena, Lola Elizabeth Swan, Revan, Joseph, Mick the Gangly, Black-Eyed Bill, a team of dwarven seige engineers, and a great variety of experts, clerics, mages, and fighters. Among these fighters was Phil's bugbear named Dante, or snotface or something (I can't remember and I don't have my notes).
Through eerie blue-green light that seemed to come from every direction, they flew for days, searching the strange landscape of floating blue rock hills. No living thing could be seen. Swampy cloudlike floating lakes pierced the endless sky. At last, the titan's citadel came into view, gothic architecture stretching in every direction. It's great doors measured over 100' tall, and each cathedral window glowed bright red. The Impervious could not get close enough, so everyone climbed onto the nearest asteroid-like blue rock/mountain.
Three titans emerged from the crenalated towers of the citadel with fluttering black capes and glowing hate-red eyes. A great wyrm came into view also, green and more enormous than any dragon the party had yet seen. The ensuing battle saw many strange and horrible scenes: loyal followers trying to swim across the floating lake to attack the citadel, some of them treading water, others drowning slowly in the low gravity. Grizlok the dragon, focusing on one opponent at a time to rend limb from limb: Gemberlion the gnome, a snot-faced bugbear, a mighty cleric... Titans focusing their "hate rays" of red and burning the stalwart attackers from within. Titans swinging huge greatclubs, smashing their foes. The enormous doors themselves speaking horrible things and biting any who approach too near. Dwarven seige engineers falling up into the sky, knocked off their perch by colossal arrows...
Revan charging his pegasus completely through the dragon, coming out the other side covered in its blood and bile as Grizlock turned his dying face to discover who had bested him.
The citadel, floating with mysteries still waiting within.
XP: 4,000. GP: none yet (in fact, a lot was spent prior to the adventure)
Next session: Sunday, January 7, noon.
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