The Fifth Crusade
For over a century, the demon-haunted wasteland of the Worldwound has bled into the world of mortals. As the magical Wardstones that hold back the tide begin to flicker and fail, a new generation of crusaders must take up the sword. But this war requires more than steel; it requires the power of Myths.
Paladin / Wizard
Monk / Paladin
Inquisitor / Rogue
Paladin / Oracle
Intelligence Report: Fifth Crusade Geographic Survey
The Shield of Mendev. Current location of the Wardstone.
The epicenter of the rift. Entry forbidden to all mortal souls.
Stretching from the Lake of Mists and Veils to the Sarkoris Scar, Mendev stands as the final bulwark against the Abyss.
A vital supply vein now choked by the filth of the Worldwound.
"The geography changes as the rift exhales. Do not trust the old maps. The land itself is a lie."
The Worldwound
Session VII — The Worldwound Incursion
The doors opened, and the Vanguard went in. Behind them lay a house with no honest tenants — its murals defaced, its shrine to Iomedae fouled, a temple turned to obscenity by the things that had taken the Gray Garrison. They cleaned what they could, laid two murdered knights to rest, and took back what the city needs: a sealed temple armory and an adamantine warhammer of the First Crusade. A servant's letter surfaced a name — Lord Staunton — and the cold fate of the man whose skin had guarded the door. Then they fought up through tieflings, mirror-breaker demons, and the garrison's own cultists, taking both floors at a brutal price: Nageru run through and brought back from the stone. The wardstone fragment is still somewhere above them. So is Vorlesh.
Fallen Guardian
Silver Dragon · Protector of Kenabres
“They came back to the square where she fell. Her body was not there. The demons had taken even that. Only swept stone and a dark rift in the earth.”
Arcane Vanguard
Paladin / Wizard
Cleaned the shrine, read the Celestial the desecration had hidden, and spoke the words that opened the temple armory. Conjured water to put out his burning companions more than once. Slid through a cultist crossfire from one seam of the air to the next, and struck down the man who felled Nageru with a touch that smelled of lightning. Still carries Quednys's rod — and now a dead man's letter with a name in it.
Iron Fist of the Crusade
Monk / Paladin
First through every door, as always. Put a mirror-breaker demon through a wall with a single spinning kick, and kicked a barred door off its brackets when patience ran short. Lit his fists with the dragon's scale to unmake the dretches that turned honest steel. Listened a blurring tiefling out of a smoke-blind room and ended it by sound alone. Took a cultist's glaive clean through the chest, went down — and rose.
Shadow of Judgment
Inquisitor / Rogue
Persuaded the barred door open with a chime and put a flask of fire through the gap before anyone inside could hide. Read every threshold in a house with no honest tenants — and checked the passphrase-vault for traps before he let a soul walk in. Stood guard at the door while the paladins gave two dead knights their rite. Found the letter in the weapon case, read the name Lord Staunton aloud, and filed it cold against an older one he carries. Went first up the killing stair and took a crossbow bolt for it.
Voice of Torag
Paladin / Oracle
Knelt in the filth to clean a fouled shrine to a goddess not his own. Lifted a defiled adamantine warhammer of the First Crusade, named the metal, and took it up as his own with a prayer to both Torag and Iomedae — a borrowed sunburst shield on his arm. A demon's foulness reached into him through a bite and broke on his faith. Held the wall back-to-back through the crossfire, then reached Nageru where he fell and would not let him stay down.
Current Status
Two floors taken — the wardstone fragment still waits above
The Vanguard breached the doors and fought floor by floor through a fortress of desecration — tieflings at the threshold, mirror-breaker demons in the museum, dretches and the garrison's own cultists in the halls above. The ground floor is theirs. The second is theirs, taken at a cost that nearly bought Nageru's life. They have pulled an armory and an adamantine relic back from the dark for a bleeding city, and turned up a letter that names Lord Staunton and the brother a stolen blade was promised to. But the wardstone fragment is still unfound, Vorlesh is still coming, and the rod that can sever it is still cold in Caleth's keeping. A stair waits at the end of a bloodied hall. The next chapter begins at the top of it.
Retrieving field report...
A visual record of the Worldwound and the souls caught in its wake
End of Record
