Games Logs

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

Dim light seeps through the stained glass windows that tower over the long dining table in the Great Hall of the Abbey. The scent of wood

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

Madame Wachter needs a full day to prepare her husband’s body for transport, which leaves the friends with an unexpected gift: time, and poc

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 cacophony of infernal cheers reaches a crescendo as the assembled devils roar their approval at what appears to be the he

The demon grinder shelters beneath a ledge of rusty stone. Through the wind screen of the vehicle, the comrades can see four chain devils lo

The grinder lurches forward across the notorious Road of Bones, its massive wheels pulverizing the calcified remains that form the hellish t