Our unlikely party met in a terrible frenzy of rattling drainpipes, edible babies, and showers of roof tiles hitting the mud.
An early Tide swept Cranzalar, Verischa and Firuzeh down into an uncharted section of Floodwall’s lowest tier, where they proceeded to set fires, eat molluscs, and outwit a giant sentient crab. Cranzalar, out of respect for a shared battle, introduced himself with a sense of dignity and gravitas. Vi made a comment about his tail.
Down in a seemingly forgotten temple, the party found a Cult of the Flood ritual, in which a member of the Church transformed himself into a massive liquid monstrosity that snuffed out light and hurt like a motherfucker. After a long battle, Firuzeh was able to freeze and shatter it, felling the abomination.
The Cult of the Flood had made a makeshift entrance to the tomb, and the party climbed up this to escape. They’d survived being taken by the tide, but there were troubling questions afoot – how could a Church member be summoning up such creatures? How was it the Tide was so early? Why was the crab’s riddle so poor?
Find out next time on: Floodwall, Session 2!
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