As the Group sleeps, some learn more about themselves and others about where they are. Morning brings sites of thousands heading through the city to the site of the ritual.

As the group makes their way through the catacombs,

Cordilia seems to be acting odd and even stops the group from bring decimated by some traps. Almost going into automated response she finds the way into the Hidden safe house.

Heading deeper into the city, en route to Alta’s secret passage to the inner city, We came across a bridge blocked by an assortment of Husk zombies and delirium-infused Wights. All was going to plan, a proper Chester fuelled blood bath, until an explosion shattered the bridge and alerted a more significant threat. An amethyst dragon flying from castle Drakken, “I didn’t even know we had those!” With a renewed sense of “we-need-to-fucking-go” the party made into sewers just in time to see the dragon and the final baddie began duking it out. As we scrambled into the sewers tragedy stuck Alta and Cordelia, and a literal boulder! They landed with crunch. While the we were able to resuscitate Cordelia, a magic malady prevented us from returning Alta to the world of the living. As it would happen mr tall brooding and competent was some sort of revenant animated by magic and his death was a final one. Can’t really blame Cordelia for being bent outta shape by the whole ordeal. They appeared to be kindred spirits….painfully hard to come by in this era it would seem.