Tales from the Mud Road #6a
The gates to the inner keep groaned open on rusty hinges and a ragged half dozen prisoners staggered into the courtyard.
“Save us!” the captives cried, “Set us free!”
“Do not be deceived!” Lord Koss intoned from the battlements, “Look passed the forms they wear to the corruption within! Slay these wretches and prove yourselves worthy of joining the Hornbreakers!”
The heroes hesitate. The men and women emerging from the inner keep appear harmless. A young woman grabs Yi’s hand and looks up into his cool blue eyes. Her fingers tighten around his wrist. Yi grimaces and glances down. He notices that the prisoner has sprouted long, claw-like fingernails. She notices YI noticing her long, claw-like fingernails and snarls, spitting a gout of fiery bile into his face!
The rest of the 'captives' drop the act, shedding the veneer of humanity like an old coat that no longer fits. A half dozen winged, bat-like demons take to the air. One immediately attempts to break through Theobaldus’ magic and is reduced to ash by the invisible barrier. While preventing the demons from escaping the courtyard, the barrier also suppresses Davernoch's powers. Theobaldus shrugs apologetically as the other wizard hurls abuse.
The party slay the demons. Lord Koss explains that shortly after the heroes released Zolob, a portal to the demon realm appeared in the dungeon of the castle. The Hornbbreakers want the party to close the gate, by venturing into the demon realm and destroying the glyph that is keeping it open. The heroes are not enthused with this idea and become increasingly uncooperative as they realise they are being railroaded into doing something they don’t want to do.
“The fate of the mortal realm is at stake!” Lord Koss roars over their whinging.
Grudgingly, the party wander over to the portal, a flaming sphincter hanging in the centre of the dungeon. The heroes hop through and emerge in a trackless desert of powdered bone, illuminated by the baleful light of three malevolent red stars. A black carriage stands idle, attended by a pair of short, hooded figures. As the party approach, the nearest figure throws back his cowl, revealing the maimed face of Bertin Noakes, brain matter glistening within the gruesome bullet wound Dane left in his skull. The other figure is his brother Halfred. Sturdy iron manacles around their wrists and ankles glow angrily, as though just removed from the forge. The smell of cooking flesh perfumes the still air.
“We meet again,” Bertin grins savagely, “After you murdered my brother and I, our souls found their way here and were claimed by a new master. He is expecting you.”
Not without trepidation, the heroes board the black carriage and are conveyed across the bone plain to a tower raised of bloodied stone. The party climb the tower, eventually reaching a circular chamber at the top. Waiting to greet them is a huge, slug-like entity that the heroes remember from the hidden ziggurat in Gnarlroot Marsh; Zolob the Slovenous, in the flesh.
“When you released me and stole the Heart of Sloth, I anticipated you and the Hornbreakers would cross paths,” Zolob explained, his deep voice thick with mucus, “I opened a portal to the mortal realm, knowing they would send you through, to prove your worth, or something equally inane. Fear not, I desire only to express my gratitude. You may find it hard to believe, but we are allies. I too wish to prevent the demon king emerging from his icy gaol. Were Mingrollath to return, I would be bound to his service once more. I much prefer to be the master of my own fate.”
Zolob gestures a slimy tentacle at the satchel hanging from Davernoch’s bony shoulder.
“By now, I imagine you know the importance of the stone you carry. The other six are hidden across the mortal realm. You could spend your lifetime looking and not find another. I can help you….”