A certain someone had some very nice things that had been in his possession for a few millennia too long. With entry into the prison gained, there was only one thing for our heroes to do before rescuing Harold. I tried to obliterate Harold, but I could not overcome the incarnation of Baphomet’s will.
Meanwhile, demons crept out of the shadows and began to let out unholy shrieks, bringing the mammoth to its knees and staggering the rest of us. Fella shot arrow after arrow into Harold, yet still he remained standing. Nunya blessed the party and holy light surged around us. Beckles leaped into the fray, unleashing a powerful barrage of punches. He flew at us, a swirling whirlwind of blades and death. Your blood will wet the last step I take to ascension. Harold rose from the altar upon which he had been resting and leveled two glaives at us. We had been joined a bit earlier Arackthos, a mammoth rider who had been trapped within the prison, but he was disgruntled by the obstacle between us and our poor corrupted friend. Moments later, we were in a great chamber, with black ash drifting through the air and pits of lava before us. Soon, we reached an altar that would teleport us to Harold himself. We navigated through the twisting halls of the prison, the maze burned into the back of my mind as I turned again and again. The time had finally come to fulfill our mission and save Harold, at any cost. The party enters the heart of the Ineluctable Prison to reclaim Iomedae’s champion.
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