A Quasit has flown into your layer, bowing before you before giving you a message ”My masters have deemed that the Lord of Dust is to be disposed of, the abyss has rejected him and no longer holds it as one of its own. My masters know that you wish to be lord of this plane, come to the Carnival of Pigs, my masters wish to give you their blessings”. It bows again and flies away
Perhaps this is some trap set Jursept and his cronies who would see me made a fool and would use the power of the Lord of Dust to finally get me out of the pits. No, that can't be it, he is simply not that smart. Is this offer for real? I must take advantage of the opportunity.
"Tell your masters that I will visit the Carnival this day. This better not be a waste of my time or I will make sure that you spend the rest of eternity buried to your neck in the waste of the humans."
Angered with the situation of the opportunity requiring for him to make his appearance among the diseased of the Carnival of Pigs, Dimmuborgir screams out in rage...
"RRRRRRRROOOOARR! How dare they presume what it is that I wish! They are mistaken!
Tearing off after the Quasit, Dimmuborgir catches up to the pitiful creature and impales it upon his horns...the carcass already oozing gore, Dimmuborgir wings over and starts his fast decent down to the Carnival of Pigs.
Seeing an open area in a central concourse, he focuses his attention on a particular area to land, unfortunately a creature was standing there, oblivious and he comes crashing down upon it, the concussion of the blast leveling some tents on the perimeter.
Sliding the corpse of the Quasit off of his horns to splat onto the ground, already breaking down into a gelatinous puddle he makes eye contact with the crowd at large and motioning to the dead Quasit, he speaks, voice booming...
"Who's pet is this?!"
Nephistal
Dimmuborgir
It is speaking telepathically
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Sicsivicus took a break from flencing the hide off of a Hezrou with his long wicked claws just long enough to listen to the imp.
...can i trust it? of course not? why not? i have to. do not. do to. it knows i want to be lord. everyone knows that. do not. do to. i shouldnt listen to you. to who? you. you mean you? right...
confident that he had to come to an agreement with himself yet again; Sicsivicus bit off the Hezrou's head and swallowed before loping off up the River Lash in the direction of the Carnival of Pigs.
Shadow to shadow he ran sideways when he wasnt blinking miles ahead or behind. He briefly paused at the top of Shepherda Gorge and once again discussed going down in there and destroying the blatant act of Order that was going on.
...its disgusting. yes, it truly is. truly? of course. we dont know what truly is. we dont. well, you dont. no? no. huh. well, its still disgusting all that coexistance. eh, more fun to destroy the lord of dust. truly. yes, truly...
and off he raced once again side to side and ahead and behind but eventually he found himself down in the middle the Carnival of Pigs.
...looks the same. no it doesnt. you wouldnt know. i wouldnt?...
As if by fate, drawn to the centre of the market, Dimmuborgir is standing in the middle of a large pool of black ooze, one end of market stands Nephistal and on the other end separated by a row of stands now stand Vasha and Sicsivcus. The black ooze communicates telepathically to you all, ”Prove you are worthy to rule Oboctus”
Watching the little Quasit with a slight hunger for fresh slaughter, Sene'Sis laughs,What? No chassse? I am sssummoned by a little minion of foolsss to become a pawn? These insultssss will be met with utter, crushing desstruction. Return to your foolss and tell them i will begin my ssslaughter with the dust lord and in time they too will follow in hisss wake. I will go to the Carnival not to except blessings but to except there skullssss in my maw.
With that Sen'Sis lashes out with blinding speed as if to slaughter the quasit. However she dives past into the cavern walls and moves on to the Carnival.
I will go and see what is offered at the very least i will kill who ever is there that believes me to be a minion.
Laughing Ahhh the Sssweet taste of Ssslaughter i do so enjoy the Ssscent.
...who else in in here with us? in where? in our head. oh i see. you do? i do...
the bestial demon sat and took stock of the situation. He didnt like the look of these others, they looked dangerous.
did you summon us? are you in our head? get out and speak plain. we want to be alone in here.
...we do? we do. id rather be all alone. you are...
"The ooze wants that I should kill the Deatless One, in exchange for the dominion of Oboctus. One of these things I do wish, not just for myself but for all of denizens of this stagnant domain. The other I wish not."
Gazing at the rest he is impressed...not with their strength or force of presence, but more with the shear diversity of that which the abyss has spawned. Slithering in a circle where he stands he gazes upon them all one by one.
"What are your thoughts on this o' Children of Degredation?"
Sicsivicus turned his eyes upon Vasha as she stepped near.
Baubles bubble or bubbles bauble? You definitely werent the one to summon us or youd remember. Where is this bubbling ink?
The demon rest on its haunches as it contemplates the bigger serpents confusing words...want or dont want. want. want what? whatever. whenever? whyever. why not?...
He then regarded the huge coiling demon and spoke aloud again
Ooze oozes but none are deathless. Its not right and its not wrong enough. We would end it. Why not?...why not indeed...
as it talks the two tentacles on his shoulders start scribing strange designs in the dirt around his body.
Slithering from the shadows at the concourse edges Sene'sis makes her presence known and keeps her gaze on Vasha.
Where are these demonsss that have sso foolishly attempted to choose my path for me.
telepathic to all in range
All they have done isss align a group that may unite and bring about their dessstruction. Perhapsss they have made an error in judgement believing they can use usss... to do there dirty work.
"I share the same belief with most of Obuctus, that the Lord of Dust has overstayed his welcome." Nephistal gazes around at the others gathered here. "It would seem that whatever it was that called us here has chosen those with 'special' gifts. Should you assist me I am more than willing to reward each of you favorable positions when I take over the control of Obuctus."
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I burrow on the spot and move out t o support Dimmu. I hover below the surface near his position enough to be able to peer out from the earth.
Telepathy to Dimmu
I have seen a figure among those demons which I believe is the leader use caution
Stealth
"I have an itch that needs some scratching. Does anyone care to join? Now where did those cowardly snakes run off to?
Nephistal stretches and flexes, flashing razor-sharp claws at the approaching babaus while advancing 20ft towards them.
Note: I would have had Magic Vestment cast upon my armor and shield before coming to the square. Just thought I would make sure you knew since I never specified before and it does last for 15 hours.
An exacpt copy of the strange demon appears right beside him.
Now we are we....yes we are. indeed...
There isss an armor clad figure beyond the throne of humanss. He bears the symbol of the Dussst Lord on his shield of a humanoid killing a Balor. He may be the one that summoned usss so the dark lord could flush out his newessst adversariesss.
perception
stealth
The quasit messenger first appears as Havikoryx is finalizing a deal with a masked patron. As the quasit starts to announce its message, a flick of the abyssal serpent's tail summons a hulking beast that clamps the miniature demon between two fingers and a thumb. Each time the quasit tries to escape or teleport away, the behemoth squeezes it painfully and chuckles deeply in such a way that belies its malicious stupidity.
As the transaction is completed, Havikoryx slithers over to the quasit, motions for it to be released, and listens to its announcement; another motion of his tail, and the great beast snaps the quasit's neck. Veiling his displeasure, Havikoryx makes hurried preparations for his departure - mostly involving what should be done in his absence to keep things running smoothly and dishonestly.
How is it that non-customers continue to find their way to my haven? Has someone been spreading libelous business cards? Pfaw!
He then manifests Overland Flight, Moment of Prescience, and Undetectable Alignment before grabbing the dead quasit in his coils. With but a thought, he teleports to the Carnival of Pigs and the appointed meeting spot.
He will watch for a moment before manifesting Disguise Self to look like a slightly undersized kalavakus demon (Bestiary 2) before throwing his own quasit among the gathering abyssal lordlings. He then rises and walks to the edge of the gathering.
"So there was treachery afoot when the quasit summoned me. They are the ones responsible?"
The kalavakus cracks its knuckles while sending the message, and it gestures to the babaus, nalfeshnees, and strange man when asking about the cause of this disturbance.