The Tatterman is dead. He's not the only one.
We decided that we needed to make a final push. We are too far out of resources to wait much longer. Wren told us that one of Z's followers was in a tower in ghoul territory, and that taking him down, or at least encountering he/she/it would help. We went back into their area to try to clear it out. If anything, clearing the ghouls would help the cultist followers survive, so long as they didn't mind starving. But better starving than starving and being chewed on.
We moved in, only for a wall to drop on us. Some ghoul was being clever and setting traps. We killed the ghouls that dropped the wall on us, and moved on. We found another room with ghouls, and they were keeping 2 hostages. Kind of. One human chained to the wall, and something under a crate. We killed the ghouls, saved the guy, and the guy warned us to not let the thing out of the box. It was a "bad dog" made of horror. Turned out he wasn't hallucinating, he was right. This…thing…dog with a beard made of veins was what was in there, and it was. Well, it was. It was ugly. Holy hell, if anything, I'm viewing myself as prettier and prettier every day after being in here after seeing some of this crap. Wish I could unsee some of this crap.
Anyway, terrordog killed the prisoner, and we eventually put the thing down. We then killed a few more ghouls, and found the tower where the Vapor Cultist was. Yeah, they have some long name, but screw it. Vapor Cultist. Couldn't see the thing through the fog unless you were right up next to it, but if you were there you were in danger of being knocked out by the fumes. So that happened to Brovaick, but eventually we killed the cultist and the smoke stopped appearing here. Still lots around though.
On the way back down we checked out one more door, only to find the ghoul king. Stunk..a lot. He was wearing his hand as a necklace. Weird chap. Anyway, he's dead now. We almost were too, so we decided to take one more night to recover before making a final assault on Zendallas and his happyfuntime cult.
Every day I wake up, thinking that yesterday had to have been the worst day. I never figured myself to be an optimist (of the little memory I have), but turns out that every day is indeed worse than the next, and even after our stay here, I can't imagine that it is going to get better anytime soon.
We make the final assault on the cultists. It was a drive out of desperation, but…we should have planned it out better. I don't know how that would have changed anything though, unfortunately.
We encounter the true believer guards, including the crazy cat lady who likes strangling people. Before we knew exactly what was happening, they swarmed Brovaick and killed him. He lived long enough to keep them off of us, but one cultist with his dying breath, smashed in Brovaick's skull.
At this point…we're down a man. We recruit one of the useless guards from Winter's crew. Turns out, this one wasn't so useless. In fact, he was damn good, as far as it went. I'll give credit to him. Not sure where he was when we were "proving we aren't dopplegangers," but whatever.
We move on, and find 3 more Vapor Cultists, sitting in a room filled with Zendallas' drawings. Seriously messed up stuff. Stripped all of them off of the walls, and the cultists just kinda sat there watching us…and letting their foul smoke dribble out of their mouths. The drawings are probably worth nothing, but there's probably some crazy nut who will hear about what happened here. For some reason, even terrible artwork increases in price once the artist is dead.
Anyway, we attack the Vapor Cultists finally, and…well, there was a lot of sleeping. Eventually dropped them and everyone woke up.
We move down the hall and encounter He Who Once Was Zendallas. Yeah, that's not him anymore. Someone is using him as a Meat Puppet. He was doing the whole Princess and the Pea bit with lots of mattresses, and he didn't want to talk to us. Just started slamming our brains around, and the voice that was coming out of his mouth wasn't his. Definitely was Tatterman running the show. We destroyed the puppet easy enough.
And then the smoke came barreling out of his body, and Tatterman manifests.
We…were not prepared. Tatterman dropped the guard and outright slaughtered Istanu. I threw everything I had at him, and it wasn't enough. He kept healing whatever I did. Iustin ran and tried to get help, brought in Wren and went for more. GC and I did what we could with what we had, but was largely ineffectual. Managed to get a potion into the guard and get him back up. Only benefit was for a while I had him stuck to the floor. Eventually that ran out too, and Tatterman…disappeared. Just before he left, we discovered he was weak to silver. For some reason.
Iustin found Tatterman, as he was going towards the encampment of survivors with Winter's crew. We found the Chain of Nights book and a few other odds and ends, and went down in search of where Tatterman went, only to run into Iustin.
We rushed down, and between GC's silvered arrows a hell of a lot of luck, and lots of hitting with silver daggers after he went down, the rest of us survived. Tatterman got to about 10 of the survivors, and most of the "cultists" were happy to not be cultists anymore.
There were 5 of us who woke up imprisoned by the crazy nurse doppleganger. Now there is only 3 of us left. And, risking to speak for all of us, we have a bone to pick with Hasteron Pragmis Lowels IV. A sharp bone. In his spleen. The bone is also on fire. I will make sure of that.