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Message: <blockquote data-quote="PHDungeon" data-source="post: 5058877" data-attributes="member: 86320">Darren's journal from session 8Dear Corvin,We have been delayed at the treacherous town of Tarlane on the Western coast of old Nerath. This side of the North Sea is grey, bleak and fierce. The way was choppy and all those years sailing to the villa did nothing to quench my nausea. Still, I hoisted ropes with the captain’s lads and was all too happy when a storm forced us ashore. We met a local lord who had heard nothing of the Androsax name. Nerath seems a backwards place, at times – ironic, isn’t it?The whole town was sullen, and it was deeper than the rain. I thought to cheer the villagers up by buying a round in their tavern, but only the barman’s daughter took kindly to me. It reminded me of that time we went wenching in Stratfjord on Avondar. But I digress. They brew strong stuff, because before too long, I was out. Deryl or someone eventually woke me up in the tavern – it had become dark, and my friends were all tense. After wiping some sour waters off my face, I gathered that some little devilish creature was spotted around our ship down on the shore below. We had landed in a town of devil worshippers!Things remain hazy, but I remember Bjorn and I positioning ourselves at the front door. I made Deryl hide in the rafters – don’t worry – she was safe the whole time. Torfinn huddled by Bella, who had the tavern in complete tactical control. The captain guarded our goods, and his sailors guarded the back. There was a crash at the entrance and Bjorn, our sly priest, opened the latch before the second pounding. The lord’s nephew Neville toppled in and I held my blade to his throat after Bella pinned his hand to the door with a bolt. Threaten as we did, it was only a moment’s breath before new invaders swarmed us. Before us was Lord Vance astride his gallant horse, dwarven ironguard mercenaries, local militia, and a priest of Asmodeus in robes of scarlet and crimson, counselled by a foul imp. The barman, who I later learned had tried to poison us – must have opened the back door, as militia men suddenly rushed in. Bjorn macerated the head of the lord’s nephew without a second’s thought and I slashed his throat. Lord Vance seemed untroubled; his nephew had died before we killed him.Hounds leapt at us, and as I struggled with a pair, Bella nimbly kicked off the side of the bar and flew over her enemies. I think she learned that move from me. Torfinn and Deryl competed, sending blasts of arcane and eldritch lightning into their ranks. Militia men exploded, while Bjorn stepped outside and called upon the full furry of Thor to smite the devil-men. Bella launched bolt after bolt, never losing her head in the fight. Our combined fury helped clear my head. Our reputation as Skanzi monsters was deserved! After plunging my blade down the throat of one of the dogs and explaining to Deryl the necessity of such cruelty, Bjorn and I charged into the remaining sycophants of sin, forcing the ironguard dwarves to surrender, and cutting down Lord Vance and the cleric where they stood.All that remained was the church and the devil inside. The lord’s horse proved hard to catch, but it allowed me to burst in and reach the devil in one fell charge. I further insulted it by telling it to go back to the abyss. Bella told me later that devils come from hell. Maybe not the best moves – but with Bella’s bolts behind me, I was invincible. She dropped that devil with a bolt strait to the head and the thing exploded in flames. Much as I hate to admit it, that proud, austere woman of craft and secrets can keep her head about anything. Well, anything but her love for a certain evil genius.</blockquote>

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