Death in the City of Snakes: Session 3 recap

As if to compensate for a sluggish session 2, session 3 was filled with a great deal of blood-filled development.

Our heroes– Corvus and Rumplestiltskin, Rhagorthua once again endeavouring on his own mysterious missions– descended through the mist-wound forests of Zel to the gates of the serpentine city of Bel Yarnak. Scaling the wall and descending, our heroes moved through the husk of an ancient stone edifice. 

Cold ashes and abandoned, earthenware cups caught the eyes of our hero as they moved. Investigation prompted little: save, of course, the sudden and claw-filled ambush that followed. A host of tiger-like humanoids bearing falchions and hungry looks leapt from hasty hiding places. This sudden assault found footing as a falchion bit deep into Rumplestiltskin's soft flesh, rendering him near death. Before, however, these tigrous beings could begin to feast, a whirl of steel and psychic energy in the form of Wilhelm Corvus cleaved through their ranks and rendered them lifeless and dismembered. Hauling his friend from the clutches of death, the two pushed onwards towards the city's palace.

The palace, however, was not reached before sundown– owing to one wounded hero and endless labyrinthine alleys. Eventually clambering atop a building's roof, our heroes settled in for a night's uneasy sleep. This dream was soon shattered by a flying assailment of javelins, launched by pursuing tiger-men and biting deep into the mortality of both our heroes. With gallant bravery, Wilhelm leapt from roof to roof, cleaving at the javelin-hurling thugs. Even as he cut one down, however, Rumplestiltskin remained fearfully alone. With fatal speed and lethality, two tiger-thugs clambered to the roof and in swift action plunged their daggers deep into Rumplestiltskin's side. He fell, and though from the immortal Summer Realm, bled and died like any mortal. 

The session ended with Wilhelm's swift and rapid vengeance. The killers were hacked to gory chunks, and the remainder fell in fear and were taken prisoner. A vengeful glint in his eye, Wilhelm no doubt desires revenge on these strange tiger-creatures who caused the death of his beloved friend. 

Loot: Little plunder, save five falchions, was garnered this day. The only rewards were bitter loss.