Date: Unknown
Cast: Lore (deceased), Mathias, Oris, Danika, Jowan Cormak
Location: From Phlegethos to Bastion Prime, flashbacks to Diathron
Report Filed By: Unknown Operative (unverified)
[h2|ff8a34b2-d8c7-4aa3-adaf-ce9188bd5591]Summary[/h2]
The dust of Phlegethos had barely settled when the consequences of the Belial confrontation came crashing down—Lore, fallen. With a desperate gambit, the party used the final Wish to wrench themselves free from the infernal plane. Though Lore’s soul was lost to the Nine Hells, Mathias’s resurrection was swift and decisive. Freed from both death and deception, Mathias spoke of the past with uncharacteristic clarity.
[h1|43d58acd-f986-4bed-b63d-bfa94691178b]Diathron and the Sunken Bastion[/h1]
Decades prior, Mathias had crossed the Vastness Ocean alongside a monk named Danika, chasing whispers of a city swallowed by memory and time. Diathron. There, they unearthed a horrifying truth: another Bastion, long before the current, had succumbed to madness and ruin. Devil worship. Corruption. A collapse not from war or entropy—but from within. The entire city had vanished into the ground, leaving only dust, bones, and echoing regret.
[h1|fdd7d8ed-bcda-400a-a871-bf82034b9827]Of Priests and Writs[/h1]
Mathias returned with fire in his veins and secrets on his tongue. But when he approached Jowan Cormak with news of the devil-touched Bastion, he was met with silence and indifference. That’s when the Priests of Hextor stepped in—uninvited, but deeply informed. Alongside his future partner Oris, Mathias uncovered a pattern of infiltration: devilish contracts, carefully crafted, had begun infecting Bastion society like a blood-borne disease. The Hextorites, for all their cruelty, were incinerating the damned writs in secret. Oris had the magic. Mathias had the hands. Together, they waged a paper war against Hell itself.