Round 88 Transcript

The rain pounds down around them as Sister Hale stands her ground, refusing to retreat behind Silra despite the cleric's orders. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and corruption, and Gravedigger Renn's fear is palpable. Suddenly, a loud crack of thunder booms overhead, making the ground shudder violently once more.

I pull Gravedigger Renn back from the chitinous limb's reach, shielding him with my body. That thing isn't just hunting—it's herding us toward something worse. The rasping voice echoes again, closer this time: 'Turn back...while you still can.' I spit ash from my lips. Not a chance. To Gravedigger Renn, who's trembling beneath his cloak: Courage doesn't mean not being afraid. It means doing what needs to be done even when you are afraid. I grip his shoulder firmly. We're getting off this street and into the city proper. Walls give us cover, maybe witnesses if we need them. And whatever's down there—I gesture toward the grating—hunts in the open now because it thinks we're scattered. That changes things. Looking to any remaining active characters (if they exist and are described): Split up or stick together, but move with purpose toward those ruins. The key we found isn't just metal anymore—it's a promise to rebuild more than stone and timber. We're here to start something that matters, and no monster in the dark gets to scare us off before we even begin. The rain hammers down harder as I take point, moving Gravedigger Renn ahead of me. Stay close. Whatever happens next, we face it together.