Shademurk: It's a wrap

 Party: Taurio / Sorval / Vultha / Iskren / Zantaroth

Griev 23-27

The group, having returned to Ravnica, starts planning their assault on the old Izzet hotel, the streets surrounding it crawling with hordes of mutated lizardkin. They call in favours and deploy the troops at their disposal to first coral and then crush their opposition.
Zantaroth intuitive senses his friends returning and leads the lizardfolk he saved from the mutants and merged into clan Slizt in a vigorous assault on the hotel, reuniting with Commander Amyas in the street. 
As they have access to the airship, the rest of the group and some allies head to the top of the hotel, cleverly taking advantage of the utter carnage to attempt a stealthy entrance, but they are delayed by none other than Dihada Gheyadrone, who shrugs off the guise of helpful Mafara in an attempt to stop the group from achieving their goal.  
A struggle ensues upstairs, in which the group emerges victorious, as downstairs Tevesh Szat attempts to hold back Zantaroth, Amyas and their allies. At first, the Legion and Clan Slizt take some serious losses, drenching the room in blood and leaving Amyas badly wounded, but once the minotaur planeswalker Sandruu lends his might to the attack, the demonic walker chooses the path of wisdom and flees. 
Hopping into the elevator, Big Z joins up with his friends, both sides excitedly exchanging tales of glory, while Iskren is chanting a ritual of T-rex summoning in the background. Immaculate timing means that the elevator doors open as Little T pops into existence, rushing into the vast cavern that once housed the party's airship.
Five pairs of eyes fix on the approaching party, as a group of former Boros legionnaires squares up to stop those who would defy their Nephilim master, but they cannot stand against the might and fury the party brings to bear on them. Their deaths wake the Nephilim and things look grim for the group until Taurio throws his angel-blessed potion at the beast with a mighty toss, taking it down enough sizes to become manageable. The Nephilim in the form of a lightning serpent first and then a smouldering acidic behemoth tries to break the five new planeswalkers, but is rend asunder by the combined might of the group. 
In the end, Sorval's blade finds purchase and the beast is quartered by glowing chains and eviscerated.

The group takes a moment to catch their breath and a soft wind flows through Vultha, Taurio, Zantaroth  and Iskren, working profound changes in them, which may still have consequences in the long run. Sorval, as per usual, is slightly too taken aback by his own heroics to be affected.

But here the story as played ends. There is more to tell, but at the very least, that will require a post of its own.