Games Logs

What is left of the taproom of the Hag’s Arm has seen better decades. Kiki flings a Web spell into the churning mass of devils still stan

The plan had seemed sound enough, right up until the moment it wasn’t. Arman, wearing the face and form of the nightmare shepherd Lawrenc

As the truck rolls slowly up to the Hag’s Arms, a landmark in the land of Malbolge, the massive, mummified limb that gives the tavern its na

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

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

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

Nine Hells Game Log 5/12/2025. The group continue to speed through the darkness, following a breeze that may mean a way out. Mr C and Five, who is riding on the rooster, get to a fork in the tunnel and head to the right.  Mr C stops abruptly as he detects the whispering of a pair of topi, who hide behind the prone inert iron golem. Slowly, carefully, he has his Unseen Servant bring the fire it ignited earlier, allowing Five and his now sentient rooster to see.