Made it back to the tavern w/ Mary Sue. She slept for two days, walked up to the bar, took my ale, drank it, walked back to her room. Removed her bandages by the following day.
We made for the cult site near the Copperneck mountains. In a small, out-of-the-way valley, we found a decrepit ruin. Would’ve never seen it without the map from the previous den of freakish cultists.
They gathered around some sort of ethereal portal. Calling out to these demons. Fire and Ice, as before, but now also manifestations of the darkness itself. Inky blackness, hardening into claw and chain as they lunged. A rocky fist or a keen knife through the oily mist still did the trick, though.
When there were no more enemies to be slain, the portal remained. Calling out. Threating. Taunting. Tossed a rock at it, and it was simply… gone. Considered charging through, but what good would it do? As long as the portal is open, they will keep coming through.
I have heard of an Aesther enchanter residing in Gloomhaven. She could perhaps assist with closing the rift. I do not fully understand that race, but somehow, they inhabit the spaces between the planes of existence. If the rift is part of her plane…
–Balboa
Journeys through Gloomhaven 