Jormungandr Goes To Hell - WE'RE IN HELL

>Hellgandr: Go find out what all this Hellish encampment is about and who's there.

As the ferry pulls close to land you can see a number of tents with human and humanoid spirits all clustered around. A garish man in a sparkling gold suit has placed himself front and centre, clearly awaiting your disembarkment.







“A quick word, something I probably should have mentioned before now.” Rubi, hovering behind you whispers. You just look at her, your patience for her antics somewhat drained by the long boat ride.

“You're going to need an alias.” Rubi says. “If word gets out that you are down here, making a march on the ninth then things are going to get very very difficult for all of us, and not in the fun way.”

You glance back, looking over the array of human and humanoid spirits. “There are no demons here...” You say.

“Bad assumption to make.” Rubi retorts. “But even if it was true, we run this place, this entire realm. A soul could stand to gain significant favour by turning you in.”

“Well... I'll think about it.”

“I'm serious.” Rubi insists. “As much as I like to mess with you, I mean this one... just say the J word and your journey is as good as over.”







“Greetings! Blessings of Kryptor upon all who travel here today!” The garish man calls out. “Tis a wretched place you have arrived upon and no mistake. But praise be to Kryptor, his gifts can dull even the horrors of the abyss itself! And they can be yours for a low low price. I am Brother Felix Hamilton, Gold Level Acolyte of the Bountiful Lord Kryptor, and who might I have the pleasure of becoming acquainted with on this fine eve?”



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