[5e] Descent into Avernus

Game Master mishima


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m LE half-elf Warlock 5 | HP 47/47, THP 0/8 | AC 14 | Saves: Str 0, Dex +2, Con +2, Int +1, Wis +3, Cha +7 | Perc 10 | Init +2 | DV60' | HD 0/5 | Inspiration - | Talisman 2/3 | Spells 2/2 | Invis -, Spray + | Cloak - | -

Perception: 1d20 ⇒ 3

Simon does the opposite of the words "get closer" - moves away as far as possible from the direction of the sound and is clearly preparing to shoot magic charges.


Human Male Ranger (Gloom Stalker) 5 | HP 44/44 | AC 19 | Init: +4 w/ Adv. | Spells: 1st - 1/4; 2nd - 1/2 | Favored Foe: 3/3 | Passive Percept: 18 | Saves: STR: +7 DEX: +6 CON: +3 INT: +2 WIS: +3 CHA: +1 | HD: 2/5 | Conditions: None
Spells:
1st: Cure Wounds, Disguise Self, Hunter's Mark, Speak with Animals, Zephyr Strike; 2nd: Beast Sense, Protection from Poison, Rope Trick
Skills:
Insight + 5, Nature +4, Perception +8, Persuasion +3, Stealth +5, Survival +8

Perception: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (12) + 8 = 20

Is there any light over in the direction of the sound or would Lucian's Gloomstalker goodness be in effect (assuming that whatever is making the noise relies on darkvision of course)

Lucian hearing bits and pieces of the conversation about a large food store, draws his blade and approaches the stone door.

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (10) + 5 = 15


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Thanks, there is actually a dancing candle light inside I failed to mention. Only a 5ft radius of dim light just not quite spilling outside the door. Are you peeking inside or just approaching to hear better?


Human Male Ranger (Gloom Stalker) 5 | HP 44/44 | AC 19 | Init: +4 w/ Adv. | Spells: 1st - 1/4; 2nd - 1/2 | Favored Foe: 3/3 | Passive Percept: 18 | Saves: STR: +7 DEX: +6 CON: +3 INT: +2 WIS: +3 CHA: +1 | HD: 2/5 | Conditions: None
Spells:
1st: Cure Wounds, Disguise Self, Hunter's Mark, Speak with Animals, Zephyr Strike; 2nd: Beast Sense, Protection from Poison, Rope Trick
Skills:
Insight + 5, Nature +4, Perception +8, Persuasion +3, Stealth +5, Survival +8

We'll start with approaching to hear better.


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Malaric noted the strange, sub-sonic rustling that accompanied the dark warrior's steps. Gone from sight, it was only this strange note diminishing that gave the wizard a sense at his slow approach to the door...even so it was maddening to even try and pinpoint the precise intersection of echoes.

Lucian heard a much crispier textured voice now, resolving into "Well hell. I'll be damned you say?" The chipper voice spoke with a certain matter-of-fact attitude towards eternal forfeiture of self that struck the wrong note with you.

"Yyyyyeess." a seductive and very fine voice explained "But your family will be saved...at least another month. If you would sign here..."


Human Male Ranger (Gloom Stalker) 5 | HP 44/44 | AC 19 | Init: +4 w/ Adv. | Spells: 1st - 1/4; 2nd - 1/2 | Favored Foe: 3/3 | Passive Percept: 18 | Saves: STR: +7 DEX: +6 CON: +3 INT: +2 WIS: +3 CHA: +1 | HD: 2/5 | Conditions: None
Spells:
1st: Cure Wounds, Disguise Self, Hunter's Mark, Speak with Animals, Zephyr Strike; 2nd: Beast Sense, Protection from Poison, Rope Trick
Skills:
Insight + 5, Nature +4, Perception +8, Persuasion +3, Stealth +5, Survival +8

Blade in hand, Lucian approaches closer, hoping to get a look at the principals of the conversation.

Burning my inspiration

Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (5) + 5 = 10
Stealth: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9

Well that was a f$#+ing waste...


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"What was that?!" the seductive voice hissed. "You fool, the hatch! You put only one nail, didn't you? I told you it needs two...one isn't enough. *ahem* The voice changing and becoming more authoritative "Stop right there, whoever you are, this is a Private Matter of Writ...within my own domain." Whatever that meant.

Your gaze collapsing the parallax of the bright gap in the door, the room comes into focus. A purple-hued imp, perched atop a giant lead '6', was puffing its micro-chest in your general direction. A scrubby little halfling was by his side, pen in hand (along with a fresh batcha soma that gall-nut ink) ready to strike a deal with an infernal contract written in fresh blood, upon freshly carved and delicately stretched human skin.


m LE half-elf Warlock 5 | HP 47/47, THP 0/8 | AC 14 | Saves: Str 0, Dex +2, Con +2, Int +1, Wis +3, Cha +7 | Perc 10 | Init +2 | DV60' | HD 0/5 | Inspiration - | Talisman 2/3 | Spells 2/2 | Invis -, Spray + | Cloak - | -

Whoever you are, man, don't sign this contract. A month of your family's life is not worth your soul. It's too small a deal. Simon, seeing that it's just an imp, snorts and relaxes. You're just the lowest of the devils, not the lord of any domain. And right now you've met your Master. He takes step forward.

Suddenly you all hear a buzzing. One of you slaps own face with the palm and realizes that you have just crushed a fly. One, two, three, ten, one hundred... a thousand? A huge number of flies. They gather in a huge buzzing cloak on Simon's shoulders... No, more like bat's wings! And on the head, these same flies form something like horns.

Simon begins to speak infernal... And his voice is like thunder before an impending storm.

Мое имя Симон и я чародей такой силы, что подобные тебе служат мне пачками, когда я того желаю. Посмотри на эти крылья, ПОСМОТРИ. Ты знаешь, КТО дает такую власть. Ты знаешь, КТО стоит за мной. Всмотрись и молись, ибо гнев мой запределен. Последнее мгновение для тебя, существо - служи нам, или я раздавлю тебя как муху!

infernal to common:
My name is Simon and I am a warlock of such power that the likes of you serve me in packs when I wish it. Look at these wings, LOOK. You know WHO gives such power. You know WHO's behind me. Look closely and pray, for my anger is boundless. The last moment for you, creature - serve us, or I will crush you like a fly!

With these words, Simon Eltan catches a fly in two fingers (it seems it got on his fingers by itself, obedient to Simon's will) and slowly squeezes it, looking at the imp.

Intimidation: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (8) + 7 = 15
Intimidation, ADV: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (1) + 7 = 8


Female, Human, Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3/ Warlock (Hexblade) 2 AC: 15(16) | HP: 30/30 | PP: 14 | PI: 14 | Init: +7 | Inspiration: Yes

Syrina leans back against the wall, staying in the shadows. Watching as Simon attempts to bully the imp into submission. Waiting to see what the creature does, she tries to note whether the halfling finishes signing the contract or not.

Hide in Shadows: 1d20 + 9 ⇒ (16) + 9 = 25

Perception to see contract: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16


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The imp hesitates, scrutinizing the terrible form of Simon and his Pact-magics. It shrugs its pinkie-knuckle sized shoulders, responding "Oh yesss, you look quite powerful. The flies! A nice touch, I saw a cornugon do that with worms once. Yours is better. So, you command my...sssservices? What is your bidding..." a hint of excitement mixed in the words.

Insight 15:
Something tells you the imp is just playing along, likely pretending and waiting for an opportunity to extract bones from your skeleton while keeping you alive.

Syrina takes a more passive approach, investigating the details of the contract itself. The blood painted on stretched skin forms words in common...its extremely dense. Its the kind of reading that takes complete focus and effort to move from one phrase to the next. A legalese labyrinth, vague loopholes disguised as concrete authority. On a first read, the deal seems to be one month of food for this halfling's family (referred to here as Pilster Pebblehuck, Esquire) in exchange for his eternal soul.

Investigation 15:
On a second pass, you realize if one picked out certain portions of the text, an argument could be made that it was the souls of Pilster's entire family that would be exchanged...not just himself.


m LE half-elf Warlock 5 | HP 47/47, THP 0/8 | AC 14 | Saves: Str 0, Dex +2, Con +2, Int +1, Wis +3, Cha +7 | Perc 10 | Init +2 | DV60' | HD 0/5 | Inspiration - | Talisman 2/3 | Spells 2/2 | Invis -, Spray + | Cloak - | -

Insight: 1d20 ⇒ 2

Excellent. How much do you know about the catacombs here? What awaits us ahead? I need a scout and a guide. Simon arrogantly turns up his nose.


F Half-Elf Spores Druid 5 | 32/32HP | 14AC | Init: +2 | Wild Shape & Symbiotic Entity: 0/2 | Spells: 1: 4/4; 2: 2/3; 3: 1/2 | PassPerc: 16; Ins: 13; Inv: 10 | Saves: Str+1; Dex+3; Con+2; *Int+4; *Wis+7; Cha+4 | Conditions: Inspiration

Astrid stays along the back, her quarterstaff in her hand, and waited quietly until she was needed. After weeks of scraping by to survive on her own, she was grateful to let others handle the worst parts of exploration and survival and just trail along for a time.

Sorry for my slowness. Vox Media did major layoffs yesterday, and my partner works for them...they were laid off during 2020, but this time they managed to avoid being laid off. It was a very stressful day yesterday.


Female, Human, Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3/ Warlock (Hexblade) 2 AC: 15(16) | HP: 30/30 | PP: 14 | PI: 14 | Init: +7 | Inspiration: Yes

Insight: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (5) + 4 = 9
Investigation: 1d20 ⇒ 12

Syrina pretty much ignores the imp under the assumption that the filthy little creature should just get a sword through the brain and be done with it. Others seemed to think it could be useful. A shrug of her shoulders.

Unfortunately, her spot in the shadows makes it too difficult to study the archaic and rambling legalese of the contract. And if she were being honest with herself, her knowledge and interest in such things was fairly limited. Unless it contained the words 'wanted' and 'reward' it likely wouldn't hold her attention for too long.

So she simply waits, watches, and wonders how long they have before the zombies start pouring through the paltry printing house defenses.


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A diabolical smile curled on the edges of the purple imp's mouth "We need to go deeper...yes..." taking flight. "Many interesting things below. Come I show you..." floating through another carved marble archway to the north. From your perspective, the adjacent room through the archway doesn't seem to contain much...crates and burlap sacks, some kind of longer term storage area perhaps. There is however still that curious sound of rushing air, it seems stronger nearby.

"Wait, our deal!" the halfling protested, tapping his inkpen on the skin contract.

The purple head peeks back around the archway a moment "Yes, yes...negotiations are concluded. Sign it!"

Pilster begins to sign his name...and the earth begins to gently rumble.

Mal, Lucian, Syrina, and Simon are here in this chamber or at the stone door to this chamber. Donal, Astrid, Grim, Reya, and Lulu are 50 ft back on the steps leading down to this level. The stone door is approximately on the edge of your dim light radius.


Human Male Ranger (Gloom Stalker) 5 | HP 44/44 | AC 19 | Init: +4 w/ Adv. | Spells: 1st - 1/4; 2nd - 1/2 | Favored Foe: 3/3 | Passive Percept: 18 | Saves: STR: +7 DEX: +6 CON: +3 INT: +2 WIS: +3 CHA: +1 | HD: 2/5 | Conditions: None
Spells:
1st: Cure Wounds, Disguise Self, Hunter's Mark, Speak with Animals, Zephyr Strike; 2nd: Beast Sense, Protection from Poison, Rope Trick
Skills:
Insight + 5, Nature +4, Perception +8, Persuasion +3, Stealth +5, Survival +8

Insight: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (19) + 5 = 24
Investigation: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (17) + 1 = 18

Glancing at the contract, Lucian sees the poison pill clause and rushes in to slap the contract out of the hands of Pilster's hands.

Pointing his blade at the imp, the ranger growls, "Don't even think of signing that contract, you'd be exchanging your entire family's soul as well as yours."

Keeping his sword trained on the imp, glares toward Simon, "And you, you pompous ass, would follow this little fiend right to our dooms...you do realize it is just playing along, right?"


m LE half-elf Warlock 5 | HP 47/47, THP 0/8 | AC 14 | Saves: Str 0, Dex +2, Con +2, Int +1, Wis +3, Cha +7 | Perc 10 | Init +2 | DV60' | HD 0/5 | Inspiration - | Talisman 2/3 | Spells 2/2 | Invis -, Spray + | Cloak - | -

I recommend you choose your words, warrior. But for the first time, I forgive you. And of course I understand everything.

Bluff: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (13) + 6 = 19 )))


Halfling Dragonslayer | HP: 33/34 | 0/1d8 & 0d6 | Disguise 1/1 | Camo 2/3 | Recover 0/3 | Fast Rit 1/1 |1st 3/4 | 2nd 1/3 | Inspiration!
Stats:
AC 15 | Str -1 Dex +6 Con +2 Int +7 Wis +1 Cha -1 | Init +3 | Perc +7, Darkvision 120 ft | Insight +1

Investigation: 1d20 + 10 ⇒ (18) + 10 = 28

Mal steps from the shadows, "Hey Pebblehuck, as a fellow halfling, are you getting a good deal? What are you getting for your soul and the souls of all your family? You should get something really big. Like getting out of hell, like forever."


AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

What in the Spire is taking so long? Do we wait or move up?


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Pilster considers the evil wizard's words "...no, no, the deal was just me. I would sacrifice myself for them..." not understanding he had been tricked. His eyebrows crinkle in halfling analysis, with the eyebrow movements ultimately producing "Well say. Out of hell? Yes. Yes I like the sound of that better actually." Peering cautiously off towards the archway "Perchillux? Are you still there? I want to make some revisions..."

The seductive micro-voice from the adjacent room responds "Out of Avernus? But why? The River Styx melts away your worries, the warm sands and minefields keep your step lively, and did I mention there's even something for gearheads? Blaze Rods on the Death Course! Vroom-vroom! Not to mention good home-cookin' just like your grandma used to make, in fact I'm about to roast some abyssal chickens right now. Nevermind infinite torture and slow-paced disembowelments, that's a thing of the past. We're much more progressive these days. You stay, we'll set you up with a nice family vacay package near the Lake of Pestilence. Wednesdays they have a great all-you-can-eat buffet."

Leaning on the strength of the newcomers Pilster insisted "No, I do want them out...and..and for good, gorsh dangit!" nodding to himself, satisfied with the extra value placed on his soul.

*bbbbbbbbBbBbBRRRRUmble*

The ground tumbles again, and for a split second everyone is thrown into the air as the marble block known as Stars Seen, Tales Told shifts downwards in its earthen foundation a few feet. Cracks splinter the walls, but especially the floors...which now seem to exude some smokey, steaming hot airs from below. Pilster hits the marble floor hard, a thin rivulet of blood coursing out of his left nostril as he picks himself back up.

The imp concedes "*sigh* Very well, you're the boss." *fwooOOSh* the original contract bursts into a bright flame, the blood letters evaporating quickly. Distant screams and horrible lamenting accompany a new script, spelling out a new deal to fit the demands of the clever halflings. "...aaaand there. Just so."

Investigation 15:
This contract, while still incredibly foolish, is at least more forthcoming in its language. Pilster will give up his soul, but his family will be released from Avernus.


AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

Back down the ways the priest stumbles...

What the devils? Let's GO!

He takes off at a run.


Female, Human, Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3/ Warlock (Hexblade) 2 AC: 15(16) | HP: 30/30 | PP: 14 | PI: 14 | Init: +7 | Inspiration: Yes

"Could someone just kill that rat with wings." Syrina grumbles after the building shifts yet again. "Time 'pears ta be runnin' short, so best we be movin' on." She starts to follow Grim only to stop and ponder Pebblehuck one last time. Bringing her grisly self up close to the halfling she places a firm hand on his shoulder.

"You spend much time in these catacombs?" She asks. "Is there a place where they hook up with t'other tunnels runnin' under the city? If'n ya help us, might be a chance you an' yer family git outta this place alive without sellin' your soul to a cheap little hellrat."

Persuasion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (11) + 7 = 18


AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

Might be a disconnect - myself and the other hitty types are 50 ft away and outside the encounter. We can't see or interact with the imp... but we can feel/react to the earth tremor, hence me chasing down the scouting party


Halfling Dragonslayer | HP: 33/34 | 0/1d8 & 0d6 | Disguise 1/1 | Camo 2/3 | Recover 0/3 | Fast Rit 1/1 |1st 3/4 | 2nd 1/3 | Inspiration!
Stats:
AC 15 | Str -1 Dex +6 Con +2 Int +7 Wis +1 Cha -1 | Init +3 | Perc +7, Darkvision 120 ft | Insight +1

Mal shakes his head at the halfling. He takes a step back and draws his shortsword after putting someone big between him and the imp. He holds the blade behind him. This imp was annoying and delaying them. The Sharite had a better than even chance to destroy it, but he didn't know what his new companions say about his pragmatism.


AC18(20) |HP 38/[40]| Str+3 Int+1 Wis+6 Dex+0 Con+2 Cha+2|Init + 0|Percept +6|Insight +6|Invest +4| War Priest Attacks 0/[3] Inspiration [Y] Channel Divinity 1/[1] HD 2/[5] Male Human Doomguide Acolyte of Kelemvor Cleric (War)/5

Likely applaud it - lol


m LE half-elf Warlock 5 | HP 47/47, THP 0/8 | AC 14 | Saves: Str 0, Dex +2, Con +2, Int +1, Wis +3, Cha +7 | Perc 10 | Init +2 | DV60' | HD 0/5 | Inspiration - | Talisman 2/3 | Spells 2/2 | Invis -, Spray + | Cloak - | -

Oh, I wasted effort on an idiot. It's worth remembering that I should only talk to powerful devils. Muttering this to himself... Simon suddenly gathers magical energy and unleashes it on the imp!

Eldritch Blast: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (3) + 8 = 111d10 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7
Eldritch Blast: 1d20 + 8 ⇒ (16) + 8 = 241d10 + 4 ⇒ (3) + 4 = 7


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That will be initiative, though I probably can't write it up or map it until later tonight. I'll go ahead and roll and you guys can post actions if around.

Inits:

Astrid: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (4) + 2 = 6
Donal: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (12) + 2 = 14
Evendur: 1d20 + 0 ⇒ (5) + 0 = 5
Lucian: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (9) + 4 = 13, Luc, warning: 1d20 + 4 ⇒ (20) + 4 = 24
Malaric: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12Mal, warning: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (9) + 3 = 12
Simon: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (5) + 2 = 7
Syrina: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (9) + 7 = 16
Reya: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (18) + 1 = 19
Lulu: 1d20 + 2 ⇒ (13) + 2 = 15
Imp: 1d20 + 3 ⇒ (15) + 3 = 18

Round 1:
Lucian, Reya <--UP
Imp
Syrina, Lulu, Donal, Mal, Simon, Astrid, Grim

If it survives whatever Lucian/Reya have, its going to move around the archway out of sight.


Human Male Ranger (Gloom Stalker) 5 | HP 44/44 | AC 19 | Init: +4 w/ Adv. | Spells: 1st - 1/4; 2nd - 1/2 | Favored Foe: 3/3 | Passive Percept: 18 | Saves: STR: +7 DEX: +6 CON: +3 INT: +2 WIS: +3 CHA: +1 | HD: 2/5 | Conditions: None
Spells:
1st: Cure Wounds, Disguise Self, Hunter's Mark, Speak with Animals, Zephyr Strike; 2nd: Beast Sense, Protection from Poison, Rope Trick
Skills:
Insight + 5, Nature +4, Perception +8, Persuasion +3, Stealth +5, Survival +8

Lucian charges the imp, slashing with his blade three times in quick succession with the imp barely dodging the first two strikes before the third lands.

Longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (6) + 3 = 9

Extra Attack Longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (6) + 6 = 12
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (7) + 3 = 10

Gloomstalker Bonus Longsword: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (12) + 6 = 18
Damage: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (5) + 3 = 8


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Syrina wrote:
"You spend much time in these catacombs?" She asks. "Is there a place where they hook up with t'other tunnels runnin' under the city? If'n ya help us, might be a chance you an' yer family git outta this place alive without sellin' your soul to a cheap little hellrat."

"N-no more than I have to...the shadows tell tales in this place, moreso down here in the old stores. There was a rumor that a dwarven graveyard was down here, that the ghosts haunted us for turning their old fortress into a printing press...but I think that was just something to scare the new copy-writers. Na, just solid stone all around as far as I've seen...yep, good ol' reliable dwarven stone." tapping his foot on the ground to prove it while protecting his little candle from blowing out.

As if fate intended to prove Pebblehuck wrong, as Lucian charges into the archway, his left foot slides out from underneath him as a chunk of the marble floor plummets freely away! His leg threatens to get caught in the gap as a hot blast of hell billows past everyone's face, the stone seal now broken to the sky below...the gloom stalker has only a split second to ponder the desert landscape hundreds of feet below, reacting only on pure instinct to save himself...

Lucian, make a DC 15 dex save vs prone, with failure meaning you have one leg stuck out the bottom of the fortress and dangling over hell. If so, please also roll an additional attack with the 18 as disadvantage. Regular half move to get yourself out.

Reya doesn't have time to stop herself before falling prey to the same fate, a second large mass of the floor wholly crumbling away and plopping into the River Styx below...

Dex save vs Hell Hole: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (15) + 1 = 16

...but the hellrider halts herself, throwing her balance backwards as she unsheathes her silver sword...

Longsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (15) + 5 = 20
Dmg: 1d8 + 3 ⇒ (1) + 3 = 4
Longsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12
Shortsword: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (6) + 5 = 11

...clipping the imp on the stinger.

Possible combat over depending on Lucian's dex save.


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Needing that save and possibly disadvantage roll from Lucian, will roll for him in a few hours.


Human Male Ranger (Gloom Stalker) 5 | HP 44/44 | AC 19 | Init: +4 w/ Adv. | Spells: 1st - 1/4; 2nd - 1/2 | Favored Foe: 3/3 | Passive Percept: 18 | Saves: STR: +7 DEX: +6 CON: +3 INT: +2 WIS: +3 CHA: +1 | HD: 2/5 | Conditions: None
Spells:
1st: Cure Wounds, Disguise Self, Hunter's Mark, Speak with Animals, Zephyr Strike; 2nd: Beast Sense, Protection from Poison, Rope Trick
Skills:
Insight + 5, Nature +4, Perception +8, Persuasion +3, Stealth +5, Survival +8

Dex Save DC 15: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (8) + 6 = 14

Disadvantaged Attack: 1d20 + 6 ⇒ (7) + 6 = 13

Seriously, why does the RNG hate this character so much...


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Prone, but 13 is the minimum you needed!

Lucian slips down to one knee, as his other leg squirts out the terminal end of the floating island once called Elturel. The imp couldn't be happier "Yes! One by one! Deeper you go! Awha-hah-ha-*hork!* but her glee is cut short as Lucian's longsword decapitates the devil...severing the little spinal column as easy as plucking a cherry from a tree. A geyser of green neck-goo paints the white marble thoroughly as the winged rat flaps uncontrollably all over.

*CLANG*

Oddly, when the body hits the floor, there is a very loud metallic sound. It must be coming from the thing's oversized purse.

At the same time, the revised contract Pilster was signing turns into a mass of writing centipedes which quickly rout to gaps in the floor and walls. "Nooo! Shucks. Now what am I gonna do?" the soul-dealer laments.

In addition to the sound of the sky coming through the holes and cracks in the floor, you also detect an insect-like chittering and weird splashing sounds. You might be able to fit your head out one of the holes for a peek (Reya, Pilster, and Malaric could fit their whole bodies for that matter). While certainly a dangerous chamber, with the excitement of combat over, it appears easy enough to carefully move around in here...probing each step for sure footing.


Female, Human, Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3/ Warlock (Hexblade) 2 AC: 15(16) | HP: 30/30 | PP: 14 | PI: 14 | Init: +7 | Inspiration: Yes

"Yer gonna help us find a way outta this big stone coffin." Syrina growls at the wayward Pebblehuck halfling. "An' then yer gonna go back up and lead the others through if'n there's time. Cause you're a brave, heroic man willin' to sell 'is soul to save 'is family. If'n you're willin' ta do that, I reckin' you're able ta keep yer soul and help lead 'em ta safety."

She points to the hole with the odd sounds of splashing. "Now poke your head in there and tell us what ya see."

Persuasion: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (10) + 7 = 17


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"Alright alright...hmm..." prodding here and there on the floor and slowly making his way towards the nearest hole. Dropping to his knees, Pilster goes ostrich-style through the gap, applying his face directly to hell. The head immediately comes back up "Oh dang. That isn't good...buncha big horned things slathering acid all over the stone. Its like the whole buildings slipping down out of the earth like a rotten tooth out its gummies! Lemme count how many..." sticking his head back down. "Two...four...*squorlshh*" the body jerks randomly before going limp, then tumbles through the hole.

*ScreeeRch!*

Those close by see the headless Pilster corpse buffeted by the smokey wind a moment, plummeting a few hundred feet in moments before some giant winged screeching demon sweeps past scooping it up in its talons and peeling away towards the chains.

You faintly hear (presumably) one of the acid spitting things shouting "Wmiz va haf zmulc, rytal ar wcurpuwmyr?"

Another answers "Xe val'z tiry za qfyww. Jfwz cudd uz."

Infernal:
'What do you think, recon or skirmisher?' then 'I don't care to guess. Just kill it.'

Getting a look at the devilish thing that follows after Pebblehuck's consumer as it swoops past the gaps, those with knowledge of devils convert the description into an educated guess: a black abishai. Of course it could only be...with a body like a devil but head of a dragon, scales a glossy black like obsidian, and an unwavering devotion to The Avaricious, The Many-Mawed, The Nemesis of the Gods...the dragon goddess Tiamat.


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Also we can assume the sounds of battle brought the others up to unite the party again.


Female, Human, Rogue (Swashbuckler) 3/ Warlock (Hexblade) 2 AC: 15(16) | HP: 30/30 | PP: 14 | PI: 14 | Init: +7 | Inspiration: Yes

Stepping away from the gruesome remains of Pebblehuck, Syrina glances at the unfortunate window of head removal and clicks her tongue. She

"Well that's downright unfortunate." She says pushing her hat back from her forehead to scratch at a bit of dirt, while trying to steady herself against the constant shivers and lurches of the building. She glances upward thinking of the folk still upstairs. A moment of concern washes across her haggard heart.

"Pebblehuck the Unlucky said there weren't no other ways outta these catacombs." She drawls to her companions, a bit of frustration flowing through the words. "With the buildin' losin' its grip on the world, I reckin' we may be the only hope for them who's still upstairs. Should we carry on, I can't say there'll be time to come back and git 'em. Maybe, it's better to go back up and try our luck at findin' another way around that horde o' flesh eaters and take any who wish to come with us? What do ya'll think?"

I'm a little fuzzy on how much time we actually have or if the way ahead is still open or cut off by the cracked floor crumbling into oblivion.


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Its not cut off to get into the last unexplored room or check the imp corpse, etc. It certainly appears very hazardous of course if moving around with your feet on the floor, but feels solid if you go slow.


m LE half-elf Warlock 5 | HP 47/47, THP 0/8 | AC 14 | Saves: Str 0, Dex +2, Con +2, Int +1, Wis +3, Cha +7 | Perc 10 | Init +2 | DV60' | HD 0/5 | Inspiration - | Talisman 2/3 | Spells 2/2 | Invis -, Spray + | Cloak - | -

> It must be coming from the thing's oversized purse

Simon comes over and picks it up. I hope this is not some kind of idiom in English, something like an inflated ego. At the same time, he releases his cloak consisting of swarm of flies. Unwrapping the purse, he nods. Yes, it seems better to move on top. I can fly if anything, but most of you can't.


Male human ftr 5 | AC 17 (19) | hp 46/47 | 5 HD (1 used) | Saves S +6, D +2, C +6, I +0, W +1, Ch +1 | Second Wind used [ ] | Inspiration [ ] | Action Surge used [ ] | passive Perception 14

Donal looks over the situation, notes the dead halfling and the hole to the Hells, We are wasting time. Can we get through before this place collapses?

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