Things keep getting more and more interesting. We’re getting closer to Panroar and Conan Custard, but now there’s a new mystery; the people in this place have started to… recognise me. They speak as if I’m their lord and master. Not that I’m complaining, but I fear that an imposter has stolen the proud name of Blitzmann. If I find him… Suffice to say, I have quite a few experimental potions I have yet to try out on a test subject.
It seems that whatever’s going on down here, Panroar and Conan are trying to build an army. We’ve seen the laboratories, a massive forge, a room solely for sacrificing innocents. We interrupted a man called Nostra Deathreader in the midst of a ritualistic sacrifice to Asmodeus. Outrageous waste of perfectly good organs.