Games Logs

“Fall out” would definitely describe what is happening. The truck is falling out of the sky of Malbolge. That detail is important. There is no dramatic pause, no moment of collective realization — the truck simply is in freefall, forty feet above the tavern roof, because this is where Kiki’s spell has placed it. The mapach has the wheel. Vali rides shotgun. Whatever conversation they were having before this moment is now entirely irrelevant. Below, where Kiki cannot see, th

The fireball has already done its work. Where the common room of the Hag’s Arms once hosted the ambient misery of Hell’s traveling public

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

Being in the bathroom of the Hag’s Arms has become, against all reasonable expectation, being part of a command center. Thunk is the first t

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

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