Firewalk (Jaela)

[Corwin]

"We can return if we don't find anything, interpreting visions is ridiculously hard," Jaela voices, bringing out Gae Bolg to write on the wall 'J was here!'. "Okay, lead on, Candy!"

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=76 ]{76}

Canderella takes you to a blasted spot of Gehenna, a lava river nearby. "Around here, I believe." It's much like any other spot on this miserable realm, broken, barren and blazing hot.

[Corwin]

"Following the river or crossing it? Let's pick a direction and stick with it."

[Anastasia]

"Following," Canderella says.

[Corwin]

"Following it is!" Jaela picks a direction and starts flying down it.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=20 ]{20}

You wander along the blazing river for a little while. A half hour of following the blasted thing, enduring all the heat and befouled air of this realm. Flying helps even as you head uphill, avoiding the pain of a long, difficult uphill journey. After a half hour of flying along, you notice something. The ground beneath you, safely unused thanks to the party's flight, shifts and shapes. The edges become razors and all the ground is a killing field.

Vivantha looks down with widening eyes, "Do you see that?"

"Ah yes, Gehenna must be thirsty," Canderella lightly observes, "That's called a razor shift. You can imagine what it does to travelers who get caught in one."

[Corwin]

"Any exciting dangers in the skies?" Jaela asks, staying on course. They have wings, they might as well use them.

[Anastasia]

"Of course there are," Canderella says, "But none this moment." She gestures at the crimson sky, "Do you recall that one spell Muirfinn used that caused embers to rain from the sky? That happens naturally here. Great clouds of volcanic gas float along that choke anything that can't tolerate them. Fiendish rocs hunt in packs and swoop down on anything that looks like prey. The successful ones become bloated with the realm's essence and mutate into half-fiends."

[Corwin]

"Lovely." Jaela keeps on track, trusting in her interpretation of the Triune's vision for now.

[Anastasia]

> roll 1d100
<Kobot> Kotono rolled 1d100 --> [ 1d100=14 ]{14}

Another period of travel. Perhaps an hour, perhaps less or more. Travel in this realm is a silent misery, Jaela having to force her mind on it instead of thinking of better things. It's then that you see something ahead. A flattening above you, a great plateau. Even from here, you can tell it is dominated by two things. The first is a massive lake of lava, glowing brightly. The second is a tower-esque building that rises from it. The bottom is all metal scaffolding and tubes that suck up the lava into the tower above.

Chained to this scaffolding are humanoids - from fair humans to monstrous ones like ogres. Hundreds - no, thousands. The moment you see them and take them in, you hear the screams. They cook before your eyes, like a roast that is never quite done and must be kept on the flames. Even from this far away, the voices are a dreadful din, joined by the crackle of cooking meat.

"HELP! MERCY! I'M SORRY! STOP! STOP!" Cries mix in with the gnashing of teeth and wordless expressions of agony.

Vivantha pales terribly and looks away, while Canderella looks on with a grave expression. "Damned mortals," she remarks, "Those who embraced evil and did not repent, denied even the mercy of becoming larvae."

[Corwin]

Do I have enough knowledge on where in Gehenna I am now, and if so, what rests within a radius of a day's travel from me?

Do I know what can be done about/for/with these damned mortals?

[Anastasia]

K:P.

[Corwin]

[20:07] <@Annerose> roll 1d20+48
[20:07] <Kobot> Annerose rolled 1d20+48 --> [ 1d20=7 ]{55}

[Anastasia]

What lies before you is Menazzar's Tower. The pain of the mortals is captured in great furnaces and used to make various compounds, as well as various lava-craft objects. There's nothing really around it, Menazzar is a powerful ultroloth who prefers his privacy. Uninvited guests that attract his attention usually vanish and are never seen again.

As for the mortals, they are those who died in evil. It is their own sins that dragged them down to this place, the chains around them a manifestation of it. Only atonement could possibly save them. Of course, it would require overcoming the evil that dragged them down here in the first place. You recall that Menazzar mostly deals in murderers and betrayers, so likely the mortals here committed those crimes.

[Corwin]

"Feel like taking on Menazzar, girls?"