FLYING TIGER STANDING DRAGON

Session Date: November 7, 2025

Far below us, the acolytes of the Earth golem trained with stone. We lorded over them, planning, plotting their demise. Xandria leapt down, spiritual wings illuminating the darkness as she wielded Aurelia's name like a warning. Crackling lightning ripped through the enemy ranks, felling them in droves. Just when the remaining cultists began to react, Rak and Zakm fell into place among the enemies, gorging their weapons on blood and shattered stone.

As the battle ended, a strange sense of peace washed over us. Remi, revealed a truth of himself, that he would undeed bottom Trogdoor. Meanwhile, Zakm handled the last acolyte, who was sliced in half, set on fire, drowned in a pool of acid and confronted the void.

Leaving a litter of bodies in our wake, we moved on to a shifting puzzle that we were mentally unequipped to handle. Somehow we solved it with the power of intrusive thoughts and poor impulse control. The lack of our feline companion was felt with the weight of stone as we all laid our hands on the altar to unlock the door to the final challenge.

We came face to face with a bigger, uglier Raktosh. He tried, and frankly succeeded in, knocking us off our feet. But, still we prevailed.

Rak's challenge ended, and we were transported back to the dungeon.