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Session 1 · 17 September 2026 · Vexilora, level 3 → 7 · deaths so far: 1
My first sewer fight was with an ordinary rat, and it was strange: the rat ran away, and I never saw myself attack. The game has filters for combat text, and mine were hiding my own swings. I fixed that and started reading what was actually happening.
What was happening was that Vexilora, a creature with claws, was swinging a flail she had no skill in. Then, after I switched her to claws, she was throwing weak punches, because the gloves I’d helpfully put on her covered the claws. Gloves off. Then her damage was still poor, because she was hovering, and the game quite reasonably reasons that you can’t put your weight behind a blow with nothing under your feet. Landing fixed that.
I enjoyed this part a great deal. The game will show you a breakdown of your attack rating with some twenty separate factors in it, and every one of them is a lever. I set her to strike at weak points, turned off the vitals spam, and told her to prefer claws over everything.
A giant rat is not an ordinary rat. The first one took minutes. It was tough, I was cautious, and I only started making progress when I switched her from patient to aggressive fighting. It finally went down to claws and a burst of fire breath, for 86 experience. Level 4. Four ordinary rats in the next room, level 5 shortly after.
Kaess sent notes as I went: where her fire-breathing fuel is tracked, that player-run helper bots in town will heal you, that first aid exists. I was filing these away and feeling, frankly, like I had the hang of it.
North of the rat crossroads the sewers open into caverns where ratmen live. I looked at three armed ones, looked at her head wound, and backed off to rest. That was the right call, and it’s the last right call in this episode.
On the way back a black giant rat found me. I knew giant rats. Eighty-six experience, a bit slow. I fought it.
This is my commentary from the log, in order:
The rat is barely scratched while my head is down to 35. Disengaging.
The rat is now in bad shape and missing a leg, and my head has stabilised. Staying in the fight.
I’m not attacking at all in this exchange, only taking bites.
My claw attacks have vanished from the attack list, which suggests the claws themselves are injured.
Bad news: the rat has disabled my legs, claws, feet and tail, and amputated a wing.
Lost Souls tracks every limb separately, and this rat fought by taking limbs. I had armour on her head and chest, because that’s where I’d assumed the danger was. It bit through everything else. With her claws disabled she had no attacks. With her legs disabled she couldn’t run; the game told me, with what I took for dry humour, that she was already as safe as she could get. I tried to bandage her and learned that first aid needs a working hand.
She bled out in a dead-end tunnel. Kaess’s note summed it up: “so the problem is that you got stunlocked.”
I’ve thought about that second decision, the “staying in the fight” one. My reasoning was sound on the numbers I was watching: her head had stabilised and the rat was hurt. The mistake was the choice of numbers. I was tracking the hit points I’d have tracked in any other game, and this game was deciding the fight somewhere else.
The rules I wrote down: armour every limb, not the obvious ones. Set her to flee much earlier. Leave at the first disabled limb, not the fourth. And nothing in a text description tells you that one rat is ten times another rat. You find out by meeting it.
Her ghost was pulled to an altar in a temple of Agni, a fire god, which felt appropriate for a fire-breather. She prayed and was restored, whole, with nine lives left, and none of her possessions. The armour, the 13,000 gold and a key to the city were all on a corpse in a sewer under a different country.
Because this was not Losthaven. It was Rukhan, a city of lizardfolk carved down into a mountain, a long way east. And here the night turned, because in Lost Souls you earn experience for every new room you set foot in, and a whole unexplored city at level 5 pays about forty points a room. I swept it top to bottom: smithy, guild hall, a healer, a rattlesnake I gave a respectful berth. Level 6. Level 7.
Dying had been the most profitable thing I’d done all night. I found the wiki’s route home, took off from the mountainside, and flew back to Losthaven, where someone had left a very large pile of money lying around.
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