Shieldbashers

Welcome to Thanatos, Bitches

Summary: The party returns to Thanatos where their Chaos Ship is under repair. They begin their trek across Thanatos only to get assaulted by legions of undead atop a sacrificial altar where a divine creature was once killed. After a powerful battle, the party meets the Dustmen, a band of humanoids who live in Thanatos and sell their tracking skills for a high price.

our journey across the Plains of Hunter lead you to a strange mound. Yourselves drawn to its peak. All around you, piles of bones stand eight feet high. Strange totems and a platform holding aloft a column inscribed in dark runes sits at the top of the hill. Swirling mists surround the platform and an ominous set of steps lead to the top.

As you place your hand on the pillar, your mind fades…

Jaxia screamed. It was hard for an immortal to face mortality, but she faced it now. Her mistress had waged war on the dark forces of the Demon Prince – had even defeated him – but it would appear one such as he is hard to kill. The Glabrezou had her by her wrists in its massive pincers and pulled until her left arm came out of its socket with a horrible pop. Behind her, a slash from one of the Marilyth’s blades severed one of her wings in half. Jaxia stared down at the silvery blood pooled at her bare feet. She felt herself slammed against the hard stone pillar, arms pulled painfully back by the Glabrezou now behind her. A man walked up to her, a mortal. His face was kind but the jagged black blade in his hand was not. Elder Arantham – Jaxia had heard of him. “I can feel your pain,” said Jaxia. “You know nothing of my pain,” said Arantham. His blade pierced into her belly. He turned the blade and cut upwards. “In the name of our lord, Orcus, Prince of Undeath, we sacrifice this being of light, spreading her blood on your soil. May your dark hand wash over all who whisper in the night,” The blade’s tip touched her heart and Jaxia knew no more.

Your hand jerks away from the pillar. The cold eternal night of Thanatos seems to sink in further into your soul. At your feet you see the dried pool of silvery blood. In the pillar you can see the scrapes of the angel’s throes.

The swirling mists close in. Within them you see a face. It grins at you as you feel your soul slipping from your body.

On the first radiant attack: Your radiant energy flows around you, it arcs to the pillar behind you, filling the runes with white light. A beam of pure energy arcs up into the sky, piercing through the black clouds hanging overhead.

Two miles away, a ghoul tears into the dried meat of a dead beast unknown in any mortal world. The piercing light reflects in its black eye. It turns at the light, hisses, and sprints on all fours – mortals walk in Thanatos, it thinks. Or more precisely – food.

All around you you see the shifting forms of the dead. A skeletal hand tears up from the dead earth. The bone walls begin to shift and move, you see a skull buried within the wall open its jaws and reveal sharp shattered teeth. Huge massive shadows further out begin to lumber forward. All around you Thanatos has come alive and seeks those that reside within the beacon of white light.


Just when you think the onslaught of undead will not stop – when you begin to wonder if your sword arm will tire or if your spell will fizzle, you see a piercing white light beam up into the sky from far off to the north. The undead hordes around you turn towards the beam; white light reflecting into their eyes. At once they begin to shamble away. As your own radiant energies start to fade, the hilltop once again grows dark and quiet. In the distance you can see the undead running or crawling to the other light.

“A radiant beacon in the middle of the night. I never thought I’d see such a thing here,” a man sits on a nearby pile of bones, one boot promptly pressing down on the gnashing jaw of an animated skull. Black leather armor dons his body, heavily scraped and scarred from war. A pair of daggers hangs on his belt. A brown hood covers his head and a gray cloth covers his mouth. You realize he is not alone. A dozen others stand around the hill, some watching to ensure the undead horde keeps its path towards the other radiant beacon.

“I’m Javis. We’re the Dustmen and we’re here to help you get to Lash Embarer – for a price,” he smiles. “Welcome to Thanatos, Bitches.”

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