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The Ziggurat of Doom (Chronicles of the Keeperwe are far behind in detailed session reports, but your Keeper will try and keep you all up to speed as the PC's race to their final confrontation with Mallebench!

Guilio and Tomas are the first to join Cuthbert at the top of the stairs wheellocks leveled. The horrible night sounds of the shambling dead is drowned out by their fusillade. The heavy lead slugs tear through tattered and rotting flesh. Guilio and Cuthbert’s fire rips away frightening chunks of moldering guts and a limb, but the grotesque creatures stumble forward undeterred. Tomas, the consummate marksman, plants his bullet through the forehead of his target exploding it like an overripe cantaloupe. The Itzal zombie collapsed like a stringless puppet.

“Aim for the head!” yells Tomas even as the trio of C.lU.B.’ers are forced back onto the ziggurat’s wide platform by more and more zombies crawlingd up the stairs out of the ghoulish, flesh-eating fog.

The Italian slides his musket back along the flagstones without a look back. The group of disparate Parliamentarian agents together facing death innumerable times, Guilio knew either the Doctor or Vilhelm would see to reloading the piece. He unslung his telescoping glaive fashioned from the dead strangers, those weird knights the Paladins of the Fall. Snicking it out to its full length he uncapped the skull off a skinless head as the zombie reached out to grapple the large mercenary. Unjay, the Kayo prince, leaped boldly into the fray coming to grips with his ancestors hated foes. His swinging war club crunched down again and again. Tomas snarled as he discharged his pistol full in the face of an attacking corpse. Firearms spent he stepped further back onto the platform giving himself room to loosen his sword.

“Toss your musket!” Doctor Norton hollered out to Tomas all the while priming Guilio’s gun. Cuthbert, feeling the lack of numbers, calls to his frightened African slave and lobs his secondary pistol to him. Hoping a weapon in hand will put steal in the purchased man’s soul Cuthbert stands agog as Molasses points the loaded gun at his master’s heart. Face twisted in rage, mind obviously broken by the surrounding horror Molasses screams in his native tongue and discharges the black powder pistol. Cuthbert loses his breath as searing pain brings him to his knees. It feels as if lightning struck him across the ribs. He sobs for a gulp of air clutching his bleeding side. Vilhelm, witnessing the betrayal, brings his side sword down on the slaves’ still outstretched arm cleaving through the bicep just below the shoulder. Reeling from rage and madness Molasses stumbles forward determined to kill the alchemist before his remaining lifeblood pumps out of his body. Two zombies fall upon the mortally wounded slave dragging him down screaming and rending his gore-soaked body.

Dr. Norton, seeing his compatriots all engaged, lifts the primed musket and sites down his one good eye and fires into a crush of several zombies gaining the platform and streaming past the party’s thin line pushed back from the ziggurat’s steps. The shot rips through the hip of a native who must have turned into a lifeless horror mere days ago. Mobility gone the fully-fleshed zombie topples.

“Grab the end of my rope!” Vilhelm shouts to the doctor. Realizing the witch-hunter's scheme he drops the discharged musket, grabs hold of the rope and rushes with Vilhelm and together they clothesline the other two creatures off the edge of the Mayan shrine.

And then it is over. The pressing horde lay disemboweled or decapitated at Tomas, Unjay and Guillio’s feet. Though more creatures can heard milling about the ziggurat under the cover of the glooming green fog the chanting from the surrounding jungle changes. The shuffling horrors, however many remain, begin to return into the impenetrable jungle. When their movements can no longer be heard the throaty chants recede into the distance leaving only the rolling fog and star-filled night sky.

Dr. Norton moves to see to the injured alchemist and administers first-aid. The bullet only grazed his side, but the wound was still nasty. Without proper attention Norton knew Mr. Sharp would succumb to infection. He had seen such a turn too many times in NMA field hospitals to leave him no room for doubt.

Unjay and Tomas finished off any zombies still animate because their heads had not been damaged. Vilhelm coiled up his rope quiet surprised he and the rest of the group were still alive. “I’ll keep first watch,” he announces. “Father Goodchild. Please inform our royal friend here I wouldn’t mind the company. The rest of you find what rest you can and let us trust till morning god keeps us.”

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Not to put too fine of a point on it, buuut the slow down in session reports is all due to the group agreeing to live stream our game sessions. There hasn't been a need to weave the live play experience into words cause we all get to look back any time at what really transpired. I must say I do prefer the narration of the good Dr. Norton to the live stream, buuut it is also very rewarding to see as a passive observer how the sausage is made.

So the question stands; shall the tale be told to conclusion or should the videos stand for themselves? 

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Bendal Dolum

Unjay obviously did not sleep the night. Vilhelm was sure of it. The Hexenjager came to with a start like a tropical dawn, bright and abrupt. Unjay was looked across the glade absorbing the morning jungle like a benediction. The bloody ruin of the night’s combat was to be seen about them on the flagstones. At least thirteen bodies in various states of decay lay where there heads had finally been dashed. The open ground between the zigurate and jungle was heavily trampled. Norton, Cuthbert and Father Goodchild crawled out from the inner chamber to also greet the dawn.

“We have our heading gentlemen.” Dr. Norton girded his loins. “Pack what you need, we move out immediately.”

The stern Mayan Prince was having words with Father Goodchild. Seems his wounded man would not be coming further. The other two braves which followed their prince into the jungle were to take their injured brother back. Unjay then shed his tribal necklace and flung it at the Jesuit Priest’s feet. He dared then and there that the Mayan gods were stronger than anything the thin priests piety could bring and was willing to go to the gates of hell to prove it. If this group of mercenaries was bent on banging down those gates he was going to lead the way.

 

The rain forest was thick and unforgiving for eight solid hours and then the party arrived at the lake of the dead. Stark cliff walls surrounded the water casting the crevasse in shadow while out at center the last stabs of light caught the pinnacles of late Bendal Dolum. For a thousand years it lay moldering beneath the spring fed waters. The doctor ordered a raft to be built. He was determined to make the lake-drowned city before night shuttered in.

The temperature dropped markedly as the party clambered aboard the hastily made raft and poled out towards the submerged city. Then the sky cleared. It was hot and the sky was ablaze with birds. The city lay scintillating full an adorned before them.

"Time and distance has been distorted.Unjay says this is a power of the Itzal." Father Goodchild extols while the C.lU.B.'ers row. 

It is sickening, the wrench of tentacles grasping the sides of the homemade raft, that flings the brave passengers into the water. Only after several have gained the shore that a proper accounting can be had.

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The Doctors Journal

I may try to finish off the Doctors journals to the point of the videos I've just been on the lazy side of my emotional swingometer. I will try drinking some energy drinks and looking at whatever cool new shiny products are coming out R.P.G wise to get the blood pumping......................Oh, new Fallout R.P.G

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The Doctors Journal

The small raft was rowed across the dark still waters of the great lake its passage barely leaving a ripple on the oddly thick water "I've seen lakes like this before in Holland" Wilhelm distractedly tells the others "It's something to do with the water flowing through peat" he pauses and looks around somewhat worriedly "But nothing like this" The Italian nodded whilst the rest just looked around trying to make sense of what they were seeing, almost between blinks the landscape seemed to shift and blur distance and time no longer seemed to be a quantifiable thing. The only sound was the muted roar coming from the huge waterfall from which the river on the plateau poured down into the valley and into it's the lak below. The CL.U.Ber's were still trying to come to terms with the shifting time and landscape but after some praying and discussion they pressed on as after all what choice did they really have.

Somehow the sunken remains of the cursed city seemed to stay constant amongst the surrounding madness and they found that if they just concentrated on that the sickness and nausea would fade. The natives were jittery and Father Goodchild even though he was struggling to cope with the strange environmental effects still tried his best to keep them calm, the only person on the raft who seemed unaffected was Prince Unjay he merely remained seated at the back of the raft his Macuahuitl resting across his crossed legs. 

"We are nearly there thank the Lord," the Doctor says spitting out some bile but as if in some cruel jest the dark waters around the raft begin to boil and the raft is suddendly in danger of being swamped by the waves now smacking into and over it. The crew cry out and look around trying to find the cause of these sudden choppy waters. Cuthbert and Goodchild call out for calm as the panicked movements of the natives and the CL.U.Ber's were in danger of sinking the raft. The waters seemed to calm down as quickly as they had become agitated and everyone began to breathe a sigh of relief especially as they had almost made it to the cities walls which broke through the water like some kind of obscene teeth. 

Giulio laughed and turned to the Doctor and the Translator who manned the crude oars  "Nearly there, throw your backs into it I miei figli" he smiled and was just about to pick up his heavy pack as suddenly a thick black tentacle burst through the water nearby, glistening blackly as water poured down from its fleshy thickness. The tentacle was muscular and one side was covered in pale pink suckers which pulsed with sickening eagerness as it tried to latch onto the now screaming Italian.

The raft violently rocked back and forth as pandemonium broke out on board as everyone reacted to the now numerous tentacles which engulfed the raft, men cried out and orders were barked and the sinister sound of metal sliding past sheaths and hammers being pulled back added to the sudden air of menace.

Giulio was slashing wildly with his telescopic glaive, slashing at the tentacles which were trying to wrap around him. The others were shocked but before they could help the Italian they too were having to fend off tentacles themselves, the Doctor continued desperately to row as a tentacle breached the lake's surface near him and started to sway towards him, he tried to back away whilst still trying to get to the safety of the cities walls he was surprised to see that whilst the tentacle grabbed at his arm it seemed to quickly lose interest in him and instead it slithered back into the water. The Doctors relief is short-lived though as a horrible scream rends the air and as he turns he sees Giulio finally cut his way through the tentacles surrounding him but the cry was not from the triumphant Italian, no the anguished cry came from Wilhelm the Bavarian. The CL.U.Ber's watched horrified and powerless as the Bavarian was ripped clean off from the raft and was now held dangling over the black water by numerous tentacles his arms bound tightly to his torso by one of these tentacles and so he was unable to reach for any of his many weapons and so was unable to offer any form of resistance. He hung there suspended over the lakes bottomless depths for what seemed an age but with a sudden horrifying lurch he was dragged under the waters a splash and a ripple being the only sign of his passing.

The other tentacles released whatever Party members they had grabbed and the terrifying creature benrath sank back to the depths it's prize still silently screaming a stream of bubbles as he was dragged under.

The CL.U.Ber's looked on in shocked horror unable to save their comrade, Cuthbert recovered first and grabbed at the other set of oars and with a terrified cry of "Row you Jackanapes before that turd returns to swallow us all!" The others were shaken out of their shock by his harsh words and apart from Goodchild saying the last rites the others rushed to use whatever they could to propel the raft towards the half-submerged city. With everyone working together and with such frenzied desperation the raft soon clunked against the toppled stones of what once was the cities outer wall. "Quickly, quickly grab the gear and let's get off this fecking deathtrap" Giulio scrambled off and onto the pathway formed by the semi-collapsed walls, the others did indeed grab their gear and got off the good raft Commonwealth Deathtrap. There was a pause and the silence was only broken by the heavy breathing of the CL.U.Ber's and their native guides and then Cuthbert laughed "I can't believe we made it across, I'm sorry about the Bavarian but phew" Father Goodchild was about to scold him but his complaint was interrupted by a huge splashing, cracking thud as a tentacle again breached the oily surface and smashed down onto the raft and ripped it apart and it's splintered remains were soon sucked down to join the Bavarian and whatever other lost souls haunted the depths of the dark lake. The return of the Kraken gave the Party the boost they needed to scramble away from the shore and finally into the cursed city of the Itzel.

 

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The Doctors Journal 

The semi-mythical city of Bendle Dolum now lay in front of them but what was once a huge Mayan city complex was now reduced to a few pitiful temple complexes that had been large enough to withstand the siege and the subsequent flooding. These stone buildings though mostly little more than crumbling ruins were still impressive and somehow still monstrous, the Party far from being relieved after their narrow escape from the beast from the depths instead felt a deep sense of dread settle over them and the loss of the Bavarian wasn't its only cause.

The Party cast one last glance at the lake and its far shore and with a collective sigh they gathered up their possessions and weapons and slowly began to clamber over the rubble-strewn outer walls heading for a distant walkway which promised to link up with a temple and then hopefully onto other walkways which lead further into the city of the necromancers.

The journey through the seemingly deserted city was a tense and jittery one, the natives seemed loath to move deeper into the city and only continued with much coaxing from Goodchild and the occasional stern look from Prince Unjay. The Party though was not that much better they too dragged their feet and jumped at every small noise Cuthbert kept muttering in Latin under his breath his fingers twisting under his coat, whilst the Doctor kept pausing and asking the others "Did you see that, a figure there in that doorway?"  But every time anyone else looked they were unable to see anyone or anything so in the Doctor stopped asking amd just joined in with Cuthbert in muttering under his breath.

But they did make progress, slow but progress none the less, over one half destroyed walkway after another making quick camps on the side of the oddly disturbing temples and all alone in almost total quiet the oppressive silence was only broken by the sound of the dark waters of the lake whispering up against the aged stone blocks of whatever parts of the ancient city still managed to remain high and solid enough not to fall into the embrace of those cold dark waters.

As noted before time and weather seemed to work differently here in this dark hidden valley which seemed far from the sight of both man and God so it was still light even after hours spent crossing, then backtracking before finding a way across to the next section of the city. Fingers getting itchy with the tension and for one strange and awkward moment an outpouring of grief over the dead and drowned Bavarian, Father Goodchild with fat tears falling down his face declared that at least he was now with God as somewhat fittingly for a Witch hunter he had drowned and not floated, Doctor Norton was not amused but still after all that, they had made it to the dark and brooding structure of the central temp!e.

The walkway to the temples outer walls had been the first one that was still fully intact and had not required the Party to backtrack or to come up with a hair-brained scheme to cross these plans usually ended up with Giulio creating some crazy contraption out of the rope they carried. The walkway also seemed to be made out of a different material which probably explained its longevity. The stone now a dark and somewhat greenish one which was somehow oddly shiny and to the disgust of everyone who touched it with their exposed akin was deeply cold and yet somehow moist. The temples cyclopean outer walls protected the temple and it's precincts from the hungry waters and to the dismay of the CL.U.Ber's this wall was only pierced by one still functioning gateway this dismay was due to it being seemingly blocked by a monolithic slab of stone. They made a hasty camp on the walkway and after examing the strange monolith whixh seemed to be made of similar stone to the walkway most of the Party shrugged and returned to their campfire to eat a hasty meal of what Goodchild called Poc Chuc which was slow cooked pork pressed with salt, the saltiness was tempered by orange juice and vinegar. The meal is finished off with onions, coriander, and a little sugar. Cuthbert looked very worried but soon the smells had him drooling and even though when asked by a smiling Prince Unjay what he thought of the food the somewhat guilty looking Englishman replied that it was passable for foreign food but it was noted that he asked for thirds and was caught licking the pan whilst he was meant to be washing the dishes up. Goodchild was not the only one to notice that the Doctor barely touched the meal.

After eating his fill and tidying up Cuthbert sauntered back over to the monolith he now noticed that the stone was covered in strange carvings a recurring one was of a great spiral, shaking his head he mutters "Odd that we never noticed these before" the other difference was that the great stone had seemingly moved and there was now a gap, a gap that might be big enough for a man to squeeze through. The secret Alchemist decided that he might benefit from being that man.

Cuthbert slowly started to maneuver past the great rock. A cry and a strange cracking sound alerted the others to a problem the native translator pointed at the monolith his face pale and his pointing finger was shaking "Cuth of Bert the ever eating one he now eaten by the stone" a massive hue and cry erupted as the CL.U.Ber's tried to make sense of what he was on about. The translator took some deep breaths and steadied himself with a quick jolt from the contents of a small stone bottle which hung from his wide leather belt. With one last breath and wiping a gnarled hand across his face he told them what he had seen, "Cuth of Bert he wondered over to the great rock and he looked at the surface he seemed to be talking to himself and then he went to the side" he paused and gulped "Then he went to the side of the gateway and started to wiggle past between stone and wall he seemed to be making it but then I saw the rock pulse a rotten green light and with a crack Cuth of Bert vanished"

 

 

 

 

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The Doctors Journal
Cuthbert found himself wishing that he hadn't eaten so much so recently as his body seemed to be in thirteen different places at once he tried desperately not to vomit but his body was suffering from the incredible forces placed upon so that battle was lost before it even really started. With one final wrenching spasm everything finally seemed to stop and slowly his vision returned the still gagging undercover Alchemist reached shakily for his shouldered musket as he looked warily around. He seemed to be in a brightly lit circular chamber with four smooth corridors leading out from the cardinal points, the chamber was almost silent apart from a very faint and distant throbbing hum. Cuthbert spun around trying to find the entrance he must have come through but with rising panic, he realised that there was no sign of any entrance and that his comrades were nowhere to be seen...........he was all alone.
Back outside on the walkway, the others were desperately examing the monolith and the gateway, Giulio walked slightly away from the other's and was calling out for Cuthbert but only his oddly distorted echo answered him. The others could now see the spirals and the other carvings on the stone but they were unable to find any trace of Cuthbert, Goodchild began to pray and Giulio stormed back "Shut up priest he ain't dead yet, besides he still has some of that blasted gold on him and I ain't won off him yet" The Doctor whirled around and pointed an accusing finger at the Jesuit "This is all your bloody fault you blasted Popish knave, this is typical of your sort killing all those opposed  to your heresy, and you don't even have the balls to......." His diatribe was interrupted by a green flash and a snap as Cuthbert  suddenly reappeared his hand outstretched and his trousers damp his vomit covered face briefly held an idiotic expression  before with a shake of his head his eyes went wide and he collapsed to the floor " Thank the Lord, thank the Lord" he repeated over and over again As the others slowly approached him some relieved whilst others strayed towards blade and gun.
Several tense moments's later as Cuthbert explained what had happened to him and was questioned about recent events he finally managed to convince those Party members who were not sure who or what had come back.
So after explanations were given and grudgingly accepted the Party got back to the problem at hand various ideas were put forward but the general consensus was that touching the monolith was a really, really bad idea and getting past it and into the courtyard of the temple beyond was still the best overall plan. The Doctor spent some time looking at the gap and using his sword to mark off distance rubbing his chin thoughtfully he turned to the others and told them that either the monolith or the gateway was changing size and now the gap between them was big enough to slide through without touching the monolith itself but he thought bracing the gap might be a good idea as it might be awkward if they began to move closer again. So the Party gathered up all the loose rubble and whatever driftwood they could drag out of the nearby waters and after a lot of swearing managed to cobble together a fairly solid brace between the monolith and the side of the gateway. When all was in place they drew straws to see who not only went first but perhaps more importantly who went last and when that was all sorted outs bags were grabbed and then one by one they ran through the gap into the courtyard beyond. Prince Unjay was the last through and as he rushed past the monolith it began to pulse with the sickly green light again but this time the pulses came faster and faster and just as Unjay cleared the gap there came that dreadful snap again and the monolith filled the gateway once more and of the wood and stone used to brace the gap nothing remained.
The Party breathed a sigh of relief but Cuthbert who was looking around the vast stone courtyard in which they now found themselves asked "Um is it me or is it suddenly getting dark and when did we have two suns?" Cue more panicking cries of the world is doomed and huge future laundry bills before the natives and the CL.U.Ber's managed to get a hold of themselves and calmed down.
The courtyard was huge and the vast stone blocks which were used in its construction were fitted together so tightly that it appears no mortar was used or indeed needed but though that was impressive and worthy of further investigation the falling darkness was still a more pressing issue. The other thing that now grabbed everyone's attention was the huge statues that appeared suddenly ahead of them leading from the gateway to the base of the great temple. "Ahh maybe it was an optical illusion like they have in the deserts......or maybe something to do with the falling light?" offered Giulio as an explanation for their sudden appearance but even he sounded unconvinced. The statues unnerved the natives and Goodchild was forced to go over and speak to them he then went over to Prince Unjay and was subjected to a brief angry conversation from the Royal son,  he nodded and returned to the CL. U.Ber's who had started to walk quickly towards the base of the temple occasionally casting worried glances up to the still darkening sky and the obscene statues which now flanked them. Goodchild called out to them "Wait! don't you know what these statues are? they show the true God of the Itzel and it's servants" Cuthbert spun around and shouted "Who feckin cares? unless you and the natives want to stay out here in the dark I feckin suggest you get yourself and them moving" Father Goodchild looked shocked then thoughtfully looked upwards at the setting twin suns, he seemed to make his decision so rushed back to the Prince and his escort and after another angry sounding conversation with much pointing they began to run after the others.

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Hey Jay, just realised that the first recorded game is this one so once they reach the shaft I think that's a wrap.

So everyone else needs to check out https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCt6OdAvyTsSSMmj_uAe7-YA  to continue to follow these crazy adventures, will they finally catch up with the Arch Satanist/Mythos sorcerer Mallebeench, will Cuthbert's dark secret finally be exposed?........no not that one, wow get your heads out of the gutter I mean the Alchemist one, sheesh. Will Saul return from moonlighting for Commonwealth slavery inc.? (And has he informed H.LP.R.C about the second income!) Will Thomas the Frenchman and Wilhelm the Bavarian finally admit that they are Popish agents hell-bent on bringing the Popes tyranny back to English shores? And last but not least will the brave, handsome and world renown stud muffin known as the Doctor finally break down under the pressure of working with this band of heathens and kill his fellow party members in their sleep before running off with his vampire lover Elizabeth?. 

So what are you doing? head there now 😁

And let us know what you think all comments and suggestions gratefully received.

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