See, because of Ban being in it, then Lilla, and that snowball swarm and stuff. It’s a clever title, okay?
The session opened up with a brief flashback to Ban’s warning Lilla – who was casually murdering out at the festival on the second tier – about the threat to her backup body. She set off up to the castle, but hit some traffic with the whole sabotaged elevator business in the centre spire. Good move guys.
After the party got split by a trap with steel doors, poisonous gas, mimics, and a few more cryptic encounters with Ban, they eventually found themselves in the room with Lilla’s backup bod. Black stone walls held dozens and dozens of rusted metal drawers; the kind you’d expect to see in some post-apocalyptic morgue. Bathing the room in a soft purple light was a huge, rough crystal, and within it, Lilla’s Clone body was suspended, dormant until it was needed.
Uzi and Cranzalar were able to hit the crystal preserving the body, and the body itself, with enough force to shatter and destroy them. Being extra careful, Cranzalar used the Glass Sword to decapitate the thing.
Luckily for the party, Vi had been keeping watch for any unforseen variables – which arrived in the form of Lilla herself. ‘What the fuck do you think you’re—’ Lilla began, before trailing off mid-sentence. She’d realised what was happening, and what lay mangled on the floor.
Vi raised her middle finger, and in perhaps the most savage gesture in all of Floodwall’s history, flipped a firebolt off towards the backup body, partially incinerating it.
Obviously, Lilla didn’t react too well. The necromantic energy was billowing off her, and when she spoke her words were caustic. ‘You might have ruined that thing for use as a vessel,’ she hissed, ‘But you’ve given me a very special corpse to use. She and I together can raise hell in here.’
The charred, broken corpse of the other Lilla dragged itself upright, the severed head hanging above its neck, eyes never opening. Both Royals raised their hands, and their necromantic power lashed out like the collapse of an empire.
Each of the rusted drawers slammed open.
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