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Will +2 if spell or SLA
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Karnog and Grung as the extradimensional seam rips open the brilliant flash of color burns your eyes causing them to water and everything turns white.
Desmond and Kalim you both feel your eyes burn, it's a flash of white light to your senses as if you looked into the bright sun.
Suddenly without Vision Felicitas panicks for one second but then gets info from Aurora.
Using her blindsense Aurora directs the others quickly toward Karnog
Aurora you ping a creature that has wings, like yourself, but it's much larger at roughly 8 feet talk and well over 400 lbs. It has very spiky armor plates that cover it's body...it will hurt to grapple it. You sense there is a powerful aura that surrounds it...chaos and confusion abound.
You've heard your family talking about demons known as Gallu, warmonger demons. Gallus eagerly foment war for war’s sake; they are master engineers of martial strife. These hateful, destructive demons arise from the souls of warmongers and war profiteers. They often serve as generals in warfare the yearn for. What you know of them is they carry the typical demon characteristics and weakness (good and cold iron). They are immune or resistance to most energy. They wreck both havoc and chaos in their auras.
[dice=nym blindness rd]1d3
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As Nym starts to recover from the blast of brightness that knock to the ground, he sees a giant mass a blurriness and a voice that sends shivers of remembrance of frightening tales. He calls out to the others
"Talbard, any words of advice or wisdom?"
"Talbard, any words of advice or wisdom?"
"WHAT FOOL BROUGHT ME HERE!!" The creature growls. It's nostrils flare. Then it's eyes begin to scan the chalky circle and he bursts out in laughter. "Broken circle." His gaze crosses each person in the room. "A few of you believe you know power...perhaps a spell or two...rest assured that will be the first person I slaughter." His rank breathe reaches the nape of Kalim's neck.
He eventually pays Grung some attention, "Oh you may be lucky enough to hit me once but they your small brain will addle, like a worm." He growls. "Your wounds will fester with corruption and your blood explode in glorious rainfall."
"Now that I've got your attention...WHAT DO YOU WANT and WHAT IS YOUR OFFERING."
RA:
If initiative is needed:
Desmond
Demon
Felic
Karnog
Kalim
Nym
Talbard
Grung
I will get a map up, if we get into combat.
Well introductions are in order I believe. I am Grungsdi, and these are my colleagues, who can introduce themselves. And you are?
"....uh....I am called Karnog Kegmeister. Before we talk about offers and requests, would you like to introduce yourself?"
Karnog blinks, trying to clear the sparkles and stars from his vision, while racking his brain for some way to help the team here.
The demon sneers at the foolish dwarfs, "Certainly your kind would not have risked life and limb to tinker with the void." His voice ripples with power. "You can call me General Chaos." The demon is smart enough to know never ever give a mortal it's name for a name can bind. "No a dwarf would not have tampered with the planes that would have been left to one of the humans or a dimwitted elf." His gaze seems to fall heaviest on Talbard, Kalim, Felicitas, then the prone drow. In undercommon: "Yes, your kind likes to dabble with the unknown. That damn spider byche has emboldened some."
Desmond waits as they begin talking. Man. I've definitely had nights less complicated than this...although at least one more complicated. Arguably.
Desmond waits as they begin talking. Man. I've definitely had nights less complicated than this...although at least one more complicated. Arguably.
"I've wasted enough time here. What do you want and what will you pay." The dripping falchion is essentially an extension of it's arm. His patience seems to be coming to an end.
"Well, for me, what I want is that you go home. Tout suite! And for that, what is the price?"
Directing her face towards the worst part of the stink, the blind bard nevertheless is undounted by the abyss scum!
The great demon shows it's nasty fangs when Felicitas speaks. but just before he gives an answer Talbard steps up. He does his best to gain his composure, "Oh great General of Chaos let us not spiral into insults. Surely, your aura is enough to quash most of us lesser mortals but I expecting one of your lieutenants, not a legendary General." He lets the flattery sink in a moment but not trying to appear weak, he quickly presents the question. "Knowledge is sought at a bountiful price."
His eyes shift over to the party but ultimately he glances at Nym. "Show him the item."
Nym fetches out the greatsword, looking a bot ridiculous hefting such a large sword.
"Yes I will accept that as payment for the information you seek."
Grung continues to blink and looks toward Karnog and Felicitas
[ooc]Remember you need to know more about the weapons, and the whereabout of the missing weapon.{/ooc]
"Well you were paid. No uphold you bargain. Tell us where the axe that was stolen from us within the last 12 hours!"
The demon lifts the fallen angel's greatsword and nods. "There are many searching for the two weapons you..." He pauses searching for words, "...acquired." He takes the weapon and slips it into weathered weathered bag on his thick waist. "Naphrathoth was a worthless c*^k, a sniveling idiot." He spits and the phlegm sizzles as if in a frying pan when it hits the ground.
"You seek Luther's vicious, frost dwarven waraxe? The weapon wants to go to it's master and it's Master seeks it." He lets that sink in for a moment. "A heavy eye is now on you for what you've done, you will die and the Master may raise you to serve him. His corruption will break your peon God." He stares straight at Karnog. "He knows you were the pick of the axe head that intruded into the Master's domain. Your mud digging deity was behind this intrusion and he will pay. You are warned." A low growl rumbles from within the unholy beast.
"But I digress, you seek the waraxe. Search for a half-orc who traveled a winding rabbit trail east of here. A gate appears by weathered ancient willow tree at precisely moonrise. Although the Master seeks your death, you are small compared to the enemy that half orc serves - Hecate. The Master and Hecate despise each other."
"Your search takes you to the Twilight Demesne which is an umbral forest woven from a thread of the Plane of Shadow in the ancient past. It exists within an infinitely narrow space between where the Plane of Shadow and the Material Plane overlap, neither coterminous to nor separate from either and an be reached from both. Nearly all the demiplane is a labyrinthine pine forest. That is where the Luther's weapon 'Mercy' has been taken."
He pauses to let this sink in and for questions to be asked.
"If this weapon gets to that bychte, twilight will leak into this material plane...it will be the opening needed for war to begin here in your quaint little city ... ground zero."
sense motive
Grung ponders for a moment. Who is this half orc? Is he alone
"Goes by the name of Jenk Jug'ular, he was muscle for a merchant when you stumbled into town. He scurried off with a small band after acquiring the weapon. You are a day behind; the gate is closed until tomorrow." He smirks.
"I ask perspnnaly, When The Void comes, not a void, but that from beyond that would negate mortal and demon alike, can we count on you for destroying them so that destroying can continue?"
"I ask perspnnaly, When The Void comes, not a void, but that from beyond that would negate mortal and demon alike, can we count on you for destroying them so that destroying can continue?"
"I make no pledge to mortals."
who else is in their band? Be good to know who all we are chading
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