The Carcerian Scourge Aftermath

The scorched earth of the front lines still smokes where the two demodands fell. These tar-coated sentinels of the lower planes were found rummaging through the remains of a fallen vanguard. Strewn among the mud and the shattered remains of soldiers are various treasures they had stripped from the dead, alongside strange resins native to their home plane. The smell of sulfur and acrid oil hangs heavy over the battlefield, but the rewards pulled from the cooling heaps of demonic ichor are undeniable.