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As a new player on the Message boards, I am hoping this is the correct place for this. My players and I have been playing a story under my creation for a while when myself and two others needed to move. While we are in the middle of a huge plot twist, it seemed like a good place to transfer to online play.
If this is the wrong place for this, please tell me and I will move it to the proper thread. Thank you.
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We last left our heroes on the cliffhanger.
They came to the alter of the living flame, El El Yon, a forgotten creator god from the beginning of time. While the heroes where absorbing critical information, Asmodaus presented himself to gather his prize: the souls of mortals he won over 1200 years before. El El Yon presented Asmodaus with a prize he could not refuse: his own life for the safety of the souls of El El Yon's followers.
What are a small handful of souls to that of my own father? You can have your followers, though their eternity will be a bleak one without you in it.
El El Yon's last wish was that his death would not be in the presence of his followers, knowing good and well the cruelties of his son. Surprisingly, Asmodaus agrees, leaving Azrael to deal with the heroes while he claims his prize with El El Yon.
The fight with Azrael is nothing like the first encounter with the heroes. Being trained under Aiona, and other various battles have helped them (and their will saves) greatly. Though Azrael is a good foe for one of the heroes, he was no match for all six of them. They quickly killed his familiar and made sport of Azrael himself. The battle ended with Azrael bracing the holy alter of his lord's arch nemesis, his armor sundered. At that moment, the flame that burned with no fuel is snuffed out cold: a symbol of El El Yon's death.
Azrael laughed despite the trailing blood down his face and the large gash across his side. It's not all for not. I have at least stalled you. Enjoy your godlessness. Your... worthless existence. and with that he escaped with a bitter anger boiling beyond his broken form.
They stand in aw and disbelief of what has happened. Despite their efforts, the heroes of El El Yon now stand godless and without direction.
What is your move?
Enoch stairs blankly at the now snuffed out alter though his cat-like eyes see nothing but black with the after image of the flame. He finally knows his patron and now is without him. Bailey, he cursed familiar, stands under his master's for legs with a shutter. Even in his dense state, he knows.
What now..? he lightly whispered, but the vastness of the room and the chilling silence carries the sound well.