Games Logs

The truck crests a ridge and the sixth layer of Hell opens before them, broken and uneven. Malbolge is nothing like the levels that came

The party had only just settled into uneasy rest at the threshold to Malbolg when the temperature plummets further—impossibly further—and fr

Reklaw volunteers for first watch as his companions settle into makeshift beds—some sprawled across the truck’s hood, others curled in its b

Moving on from the piles of items they have found in the Cave of Lost Things, most of them tuck away their treasures. All have valuables, ex

Charybdis stands motionless in the tunnel ahead, hands crossed before him, blocking the truck’s path with quiet confidence. His appearance i

The storm giant’s lips curl into a sneer as he watches Thunk back away, the tiny griffon tucked protectively out of sight against the bugbea

The party stands before the remorhaz’s nest, heat radiating from the creature’s segmented carapace in waves that make the air shimmer. Six e

Reklaw twists desperately within the hellish scourge that binds him, the barbed coils biting into his flesh with each movement. Despite the

Furiously fast, the companions tumble down the slick dark tunnel, their bodies helpless against the relentless pull of gravity and ice. Weap

The group stands at the pile of lost things, tucking away their oddly apt discoveries. Arman buckles on a Belt of Hill Giant Strength, and

The comrades eye the remorhaz, which has burst through the ice and positioned itself directly before their sled. Chunks of frozen debris sca

The acrid smell of brimstone hangs thick in the air as Kiki, Arman, Vali, and Reklaw secure their truck at the weathered pier, its ropes gro

The truck idles at the checkpoint, its engine rumbling against the biting wind that slices across the frozen wasteland. Before them stands a

The armored truck grinds to a halt before the gates at the threshold of Stygia, its engine ticking in the oppressive heat. The vehicle sits angled toward the entrance, its metal hull still radiating warmth from their passage through Phlegethos. Four horned devils slouch near the checkpoint, their scaled hides gleaming dully in the hellish light. They carry themselves with the dangerous indifference of bored predators—surly, restless, looking for any excuse to break the monoto

The massive devil’s wings thunder through the sulfurous air as Belial banks sharply, his ancient face contorting with rage. Below, crimson t

08/28/2025: Nine Hells game log. Chamo’s Revenge. Reklaw slides into the control chair behind the wrecking ball, and releases the safety. Wi

Arman, from his position peering through the gap in the intricately carved marble door, is surprised by Belial himself, who peers down at hi

The fierce heat of Phlegethos surrounds the party, hot as a furnace. Waves of superheated air shimmer across the barren landscape, distortin

07/28/2025. Monday Nine Hells game log. Across the Bridge.

The party endure a change so they will not be burned by the hellish environment of PhlegetPhlegeth, the fourth level of Hell.