Campaign Session Summaries

Victory in the Fivefold Coliseum should have tasted far sweeter than it did. The roar of the crowd still echoed in your ears as you were ushered away from the arena, past petals thrown like offerings and past devils still buzzing with wagers and awe. Mahadi lingered nearby like a shadow that refused to detach, all smiles and praise, pressing feasts and festivities upon you with the same relentless insistence others might use a blade. He promised comfort, prestige, and a meal

The bathhouse above remained warm, perfumed, and oblivious . Beneath it, the city’s sins pooled in stone and shadow. With every step deeper into the hidden dungeon, the party felt the truth of Baldur’s Gate pressing in on them . This was not a place of worship, but of industry. Death was being manufactured here. Fresh from a short rest, the party advanced into a chamber where the dead still walked . Zombies lurched from the darkness, their movements slow and mindless, remnant

Last time, after disentangling yourselves from Mahadi’s web of favors  and surviving a once in a lifetime infernal feast , you finally shook the devil’s hold over you. The meal left you stronger , steadier , and more prepared for what lay ahead. With new resolve, you set your sights on a singular destination whispered across the planes: the Tower of Urm , said to belong to Mordenkainen  himself. The tower revealed itself rising from a lake of boiling blood , a seamless spire

The climb into Aspire was never meant to be safe. The air thinned as the party ascended, growing colder and stranger with every step, the stone of the Spire smooth and alien beneath their hands. Sound behaved oddly here voices carried too far, then vanished entirely, swallowed by the vast hollow spaces carved into the impossible column. Somewhere above, unseen machinery hummed faintly, like a heartbeat echoing through stone. It was Briar who found the truth first. High on a b

The roar of the Five-Fold Crown still echoed in your ears long after the arena gates closed behind you. Beneath infernal banners and a rain of crimson petals torn from hellish soil, you accomplished what few mortals ever dared to attempt. One of Tiamat’s chosen champions, colossal and forged of divine wrath, fell beneath your combined might. Steel rang against scale, lightning split the air, and spells carved burning arcs through smoke and flame. When the final blow landed, t

Victory Beneath the Red Belvedere The roar of the Five-Crown Coliseum still rings in your ears long after the gates close behind you. Beneath the Red Belvedere, you accomplished what few mortals and fewer fiends ever have. You faced one of Tiamat’s chosen champions, the Pit Boss of the Scarlet Coliseum itself, a creature forged from war, flame, and divine favor, and you slew it in open combat. Fire scorched the air as you took to the skies, steel and spell carving arcs throug

The party stood on the brink of a trial meant to break them. Beneath the Red Belvedere, preparation replaced fear as prayers were whispered, weapons checked, and final words spoken. Cora  knelt in quiet devotion, steeling her faith. Harrow  rehearsed war the only way she knew through motion and muscle memory. Yaxkin  pushed his body to its limits, ignoring the whispers of his sentient spear, while Glory  and Brethka  readied their gear with grim resolve. Above them, the casin

The session opened deep in the dense jungles of Fonal, where the party battled to rescue the guardian Ophelia  from the gnoll warlord Mik Manghide . The party dispatched Mik and his pack with remarkable speed—barely a scratch to show for it. Afterward came a chaotic chase through the canopy that ended with Briar plummeting nearly 150 feet. Once the Mimir was rebooted, it revealed the last known coordinates of R04M , the Modron they had been seeking: somewhere in the city of D

The group pushed deeper beneath the bathhouse, the last hints of sunlight fading behind them as the stonework turned damp and oppressive. The air hung heavy with mildew and stagnant water, muffling their footsteps as they descended into the secret lair of the Dead Three. Their first discovery was a gruesome altar—an offering place to Bhaal , the Lord of Murder. Rent flesh, congealed blood, and coils of entrails lay across the stone surface, and the carved mask fashioned in th

The jungles of Faunal  stirred restlessly as Athena guided the party beneath its emerald canopy. Word had already spread through the tangled branches and whispering leaves: Ophelia , one of the three revered guardians of Faunal, had been abducted by the notorious gnoll hunter Mick Manghide . His vicious pack intended to sacrifice her in a ritual meant to seize the primal magic of the jungle for themselves. That evening, the group rested within a treetop tavern where hammocks

Harrow’s Conversation With Tiamat’s Champion While the rest of the party faced the overwhelming presence of Tiamat, Harrow infiltrated Windfall’s private office. Using invisibility and impeccable timing, she slipped past the pit fiends and entered the Champion’s inner sanctum. The room was chaotic in an elegant way—discarded finery, weapons arranged with casual confidence, and a single rod fragment glimmering in Windfall’s hand. When Harrow revealed herself, Windfall reacted

The streets of Baldur’s Gate  groaned under the pressure of panic and overcrowding the day your adventurers stumbled into it—quite literally. A collapse of unstable magic high above the icy wastes of Icewind Dale tore Lilith , Kari , and Kyshun  from the frozen world they knew and hurled them hundreds of miles south in a violent burst of blue light. The smell of frost still clung to their gear as they crashed down amid the grit and heat of the Lower City. Disoriented and stri

The elevator chimed softly an almost mocking sound, sweet and harmless, entirely at odds with the magnitude of what awaited beyond. Windfall stepped out first, her crimson silhouette framed by hellfire light. She cast the party a sly smile, winked, and purred: “Good luck.” Then she vanished into the gloom, leaving them alone. Cora, her truesight cutting through all illusions, caught a glimpse no one else could see: Harrow , completely invisible, slipping into the returning el

The session began far from Baldur’s Gate in the frozen heights of Icewind Dale. Inside an ancient Netherese spire that had recently torn itself from the earth and begun hovering above the dale, a surge of unstable magic rippled through its core. Professor Scant, the sentient orb guiding the group, sputtered warnings as gravity suddenly collapsed inward. Before anyone could react, a blinding crack of blue light swallowed the chamber whole. In an instant, Lilith , Kairi , and K

The party descended into Avernus , the blistering first layer of Hell, where the air shimmered with oppressive heat and the horizon burned red beneath a sky choked with ash. Water curdled into oil, food turned to dust, and every breath tasted like scorched iron—except within one towering landmark that defied the plane’s torment. Carved into the colossal skull of a long-dead dragon, the Red Belvedere Casino  stood as an opulent haven where infernal deals were struck, fortunes

Adventure Overview In the corrupt heart of the Sword Coast, the city of Baldur’s Gate teeters on the edge of chaos. Crime festers in every alley, noble houses war from the shadows, and dark pacts are struck behind closed doors. But a greater evil stirs beyond the city’s walls — the first layer of the Nine Hells, Avernus, is claiming the innocent in its infernal war. As Baldur’s Gate begins to slide toward damnation, the adventurers must uncover the truth behind its descent an

After surviving the maelstrom and the wrath of the sea serpent, the party followed Athena into the wild and wondrous jungles of Faunal , a realm where beasts rule themselves and every creature speaks with its own voice. Vines as thick as tree trunks coiled overhead, and strange motes of light drifted through the canopy like lantern fireflies. Here, civilization takes the shape of claw, tusk, and talon—each beast awakened, wise, and opinionated in their own right. News spread

As the party descended into Avernus , the first layer of Hell, the landscape itself rebelled against them. The air was molten and choking, the horizon a sea of blood-red heat. Every step twisted the terrain anew, paths bent back upon themselves, food turned to ash, and even water became thick oil that burned the tongue. It was here that Yaxkin  faltered. His relic, Ruin’s Wake, flared with malevolent runes, whispering to him in the infernal dark. His companions could only wat

The eternal frost of Icewind Dale finally begins to crack. The endless snowstorms have eased, leaving behind drifts of slush and rivers of meltwater that carve through the once-silent tundra. The towns of Ten-Towns, long buried beneath snow and despair, are alive again with the sounds of hammering, laughter, and rebuilding. The people of Bryn Shander , the last city to stand against the dragon’s devastation, cling to hope as they repair their walls and mend their lives. Insid

Sigil’s Quiet Before the Storm In the heart of Sigil, the adventurers regrouped after time apart. Yashkin and Echeri returned from the Shattered Temple, while Glory and Harrow wandered the markets searching for bread and clean clothes, still splattered with the blood of their previous ordeal. An invitation awaited them: the Festival of Mourning , a Kyrian remembrance of the Day of Mourning. Each was asked to bring a gift, a token to honor those lost. They gathered in the home