Campaign Session Summaries

The road to the Bleeding Citadel had become a trail of broken promises. After fulfilling the bargain struck through the Mirror of Mephistar, stopping the River Styx from poisoning Shummrath, and even freeing one of Bel’s prisoners, the party had expected answers. Instead, they were left with another mystery. Somewhere upon the tortured landscape of Avernus stood the Bleeding Citadel, the place where the Sword of Zariel waited, but its location remained hidden. Reya’s frustrat

Leaving the Red Belvedere Behind With the twisted luxuries of the Red Belvedere now behind you, your attention turned once more to the true purpose of your journey. The revelation that the eccentric wizard at the obelisk was in fact Ubbalux, a barlgura demon imprisoned by Bel, left the party with mixed feelings. His deception had nearly cost several of you your lives during the magical ritual, but despite his lies, he possessed something none of your other allies could offer:

After narrowly surviving the deadly waters of the Stygian Maze, the party gathered themselves and pressed onward rather than accept the exit they had already discovered. Though battered and exhausted, greed and curiosity outweighed caution. Redaven, having finally convinced the maze's attendants to allow him entry by signing their infernal ledger, navigated the twisting passages alone before eventually catching up with the rest of the group. While his own journey led him thro

The Red Belvedere continued to prove that in Avernus, every opportunity came wrapped in temptation. After spending time gambling and exploring the lavish casino, the party was approached by a sharply dressed elven gentleman with an enticing proposition. A substantial wager had been placed on a nightmare named Sunshroud, and all that stood between him and a fortune was a simple act of sabotage. If the adventurers could sneak into the heavily guarded stables and secretly admini

The Lich, the Perfume, and the Price of Information The party reunited within the bustling chaos of the Wandering Emporium, each returning with troubling discoveries. The greatest revelation came from Rose’s Repose, where they confirmed that the proprietor, Rose herself, was not merely an eccentric merchant but a lich of considerable age and power. Despite the unsettling realization, the group needed one of Rose’s enchanted perfumes in order to purchase information from an in

Mordenkainen's Tower After leaving the demon-spawning grounds and helping Basiliskstein test his soul-siphoning device on the River Styx, the party set their sights on a new lead. Krickendult had spoken of a legendary figure whose knowledge might prove invaluable: the great archmage Mordenkainen, who maintained a tower somewhere within Avernus. With few other clues regarding Zariel or the mysterious Bleeding Citadel, the group decided it was worth the journey. Their travels b

A Wrong Turn in Avernus After escaping the Hellwasp Nest, rescuing Lulu, and saving several stranded Elturians, the party set out once more across the blasted wastes of Avernus aboard their Infernal War Machine. Lulu's fragmented memories had provided two possible destinations in the search for the Bleeding Citadel and Zariel’s sword: the place where demons go to die, or the place where demons are born. After some debate, the group chose the latter and followed their map towa

Leaving Fort Knucklebone With Lulu's memories partially restored through Mad Maggie's dream ritual, the party finally learned a vital clue: the legendary Sword of Zariel still existed, hidden somewhere within a place known only as the Bleeding Citadel. Though the revelation brought hope, it also raised more questions than answers. Before departing, Mad Maggie warned the adventurers about the dangers that prowled the wasteland of Avernus—rival warlords, marauders, and opportun

Arrival at Fort Knucklebone After surviving the horrors of Elturel and descending into the first layer of Hell, the companions finally found themselves standing before the ramshackle walls of Fort Knucklebone. Guided by Lulu’s fragmented memories and an inexplicable sense of familiarity, they passed beneath the fortress gates while enduring the relentless taunts and mockery of the resident redcaps. Though exhausted from their recent trials, there was a noticeable sense of rel

A Soul Lost Between Light and Darkness The heroes left the Grand Cemetery battered but victorious. Gideon Lightward had been defeated, the cursed Helm of Torm removed, and the demonic portal sealed before it could unleash greater horrors upon Elturel. Yet their victory felt incomplete. Duke Ulder Ravengard remained unconscious, his body alive but his spirit absent. As they carried the Duke through the hidden tunnels beneath the city, Silas carefully examined him, searching fo

The Final Door The last remnants of the unrealities shattered behind you. The comforting visions of home, of loved ones, of roads not taken vanished into splintering crystal and fading light as the truth came rushing back. Ahead stood the final crystal door within the Cave of Shattered Reflections. Beyond it echoed the voice of Vecna himself, chanting words that seemed to pull at the fabric of existence. Every syllable sent ripples through the cavern. The multiverse trembled

The Cave of Shattered Reflections had already broken reality once before, but now it revealed something far crueler. After freeing the final seal binding the Lady of Pain, the party passed through ethereal walls and stepped into memories that felt impossibly real. Not illusions. Not tricks. Moments stolen from lives they had sacrificed in pursuit of stopping Vecna. Glory’s Bread and Tea For Glory, the world became warm again. They found themselves walking familiar streets unt

Kas’s Broken Kingdom The storm does not welcome you. It drags you down into ruin. Rain lashes against shattered stone as you are cast from the Astral Sea into a kingdom long dead, yet somehow still clinging to existence. The sky hangs low and heavy, pressing down over crumbling towers and hollow halls as though the world itself is suffocating. Each step echoes too loudly, unnaturally, as if there is nothing left inside these walls but memory. The scent of blood and rust linge

Ambush in the Grand Cemetery The Grand Cemetery was a graveyard in name only. The dead did not rest here. Broken mausoleums leaned at unnatural angles, cracked stone pathways split by creeping roots and black ichor, and the air itself carried a suffocating stillness. From the shadows, the party struck. Julian’s arrow cut through the silence, embedding deep into the ribcage of a towering skeletal minotaur. The creature lurched forward with a hollow roar, its massive hooves cra

Into the Astral Maw The battle began in a place where direction had no meaning and gravity offered no comfort. Your spelljamming vessel Ruby drifted through the Astral Sea, caught in the presence of a colossal leviathan whose body seemed less like flesh and more like a tear in reality itself. The creature had already swallowed part of your party, dividing you between two battlefields. Outside, the remaining crew clung to the ship’s structure, fighting to keep it intact. Insid

Into the Ruins of High Hall The party pressed through the shattered streets of Elturel, the weight of the city’s fall heavy in the air. After a strange and philosophical encounter with a towering fiend who sought the meaning of life, they continued onward toward High Hall, one of the last bastions of hope in a city dragged into hell. The cathedral stood broken, half-collapsed, its once-sacred halls reduced to rubble and ash. At the entrance, hellhounds fell beneath the party’

Arrival in Avernus The moment the magic of Traxigor fades, the world shifts. The party stands in Avernus, beneath a sky choked with fire and ruin. The city of Elturel hangs in the distance, chained and dragged toward the River Styx, its streets burning, its people screaming. There is no time to take it in. Kyshun is the first to move, blade flashing as he cuts into a prone bearded devil. Silas follows, bringing divine wrath down with crushing force. Julian takes position at r

The Truth Revealed The truth shattered everything. The “Mordenkainen” you trusted was no ally, but Kas, the ancient betrayer and rival of Vecna. You defeated him, but his plans remained in motion. Through scattered notes and stolen knowledge, one destination became clear: the Cave of Shattered Reflection in Pandemonium, where Vecna’s ritual threatens to unravel reality itself. With the real Mordenkainen now guiding your path, you set your course through Bedlam, the gate-town

Aftermath of Betrayal The echoes of betrayal linger long after the battle is over. Though Kas has fallen, the weight of his deception still clings to you like ash in the air. The Red Belvedere remains marked by his final moments. The rift he tore open stands as a haunting reminder that something far greater is unraveling. You return to the Sanctum not in triumph, but in uneasy survival. You carry with you the knowledge that the man you trusted, the one who guided you, was nev

The moment the deception is revealed, the world seems to hold its breath. The false wizard stands at the center of the chamber, the assembled Rod of Seven Parts humming with unstable power in his grasp. His expression shifts, not into surprise, but into something colder, sharper, almost amused. Then the mask falls, and the truth steps forward. This is no ally, no scholar, no misguided mage. This is Kas, the betrayer, the warlord of Vecna. The illusion of frailty vanishes in a