The City Was Razed

Long-time without writing as we have mostly been traveling without many interruptions.
 
As we returned to Dwimakna nothing could have prepared us for what we encountered. The population was fully gone and buildings had been turned into rubble. Some guards from Pelayar had set up camp around the old town but no trails of what had happened was to be found on the surface. However we were informed that they had found an open iron archway in the mines. Above the entrance of the gate, written in infernal, a scripture welcomed us. “In the days of end shall this gate lead to a city of chains” and as omen stepped through, he found himself in close proximity to Jangling Hither. A city in Minaurus, the third layer of hell, suspended above an acidic bog by great chains. Close by the entrance into the plane we found the corpse of a cultist who hadn’t made it very far, and through some clever deceit and through the wonders of modern necromancy, we managed to get some answers about was starting to brew down here and what the gathering had been looking for. We did some investigating for other cultists and started to pick up a hot trail.
 
During our asking around we also found a strange traveller at a tavern, one who spoke our language. He told us that he was looking for “something” and always seemed to me to be in some sort of a careless haste. The mans name was Feight, and may that name stick with me forever for I found him to be quite interesting character. While doing some of our investigations, we also found ourselves time to kill a company of just about six devils working in the soul trades. Never be mistaken by any charming words about this acidic plane, for the hells is a wretched place, and I think most of what exist in there should be better off gone, which is why I take some low sort of relief in knowing I helped lower the number of its more despicable inhabitants.
 
After some time of detectivework, we finally caught up to our pray. Just in time to see them dive into the pool of acid below and make their way towards the centre of the lake. With some caution we went after them and through some strenuous diving from my own part, we had discovered a giant metal structure at the bottom. Entering the halls through an intake, we found ourselves on the inside of a series of hexagonal rooms and as we encountered our supposed enemies in the third of these rooms, we were set up for a shock. Out of the five people, four of them would prove to be old friends, two of them being Aiko and Tomatsu and the other two of them being friends of Omens, all mind controlled by Leah the head-priestess, slinging magic eerily similar to the Gormagala's. Battles and strifes are simply not possible to do justice in journals, but after incapacitating Aiko and with the help of some great crowd control from my party, I managed to promptly brake the jaw of Leah. Her body then proceded to break down into many and many again, tiny maddening viral loads, very much like ones we had seen only some weeks ago, and our friends all fell softly and unconscious to the floor. With the threat now handled we pressed on deeper into the chambers and found what the group had been looking for. A strange object, almost impossible to lift for me and omen, but one that Catherine could lift with ease.
 
It has now safety been put away into hands out of our control.