D&D 5E (IC) Scourge of Daggerford

[FitzTheRuke]

Morgan puzzled over the strange circumstances. Baazka was a Devil, and powerful enough to have bathed in the Pit of Flame on Phlegethos - making him a Pit Fiend.

But why was he acting like a ghost? Why was he possessing mortals rather than smiting them in all his fiery glory? What was with all the subterfuge?

 

[jmucchiello]

OOC: Escella Perception: 1D20+8 = [12]+8 = 20

 

[FitzTheRuke]

There was a black scar on the Devil's chest, and deep within it, Escella could see the glint of metal - a broken sword - stuck through where his heart ought to be.

 

[TaranTheWanderer]

Spoiler: Dr. Morgan Wells - Mini-sheet

Dr. Morgan Wells Race: Human HP: 23/32 AC: 12/15(Mage Armour)	Pass Perc: 11 Pass Inv: 17 Pass Ins: 11	Spell Slots: 1st[X ] [ ][ ] [ ] 2nd [X] [X] [ ] 3rd [ X] [X ] [ ]
Arcane Ward: 0/16	Initiative: +2	Spell Save DC: 15
Spoiler: Stats(saves) STR: 10+0 DEX: 14 + 2 CON: 12 + 1 INT: 18+4(+7) WIS: 12 +1(+4) CHA:12 +1	Spoiler: Skills Arcana:10 History: 7 Investigation:7 Medicine: 4 Persuasion: 4 Religion: 7	Spoiler: Spells Cantrips Control Flames, Chill touch, Shape water, Shocking grasp Memorized spells 1st Grease, Mage Armour, Prot. Evil, Shield 2nd Arcane Lock, Invisibility, Web 3rd Counterspell, Dispel Magic, Slow

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Morgan shouted up,

"Don't give it to him, he's bluffing. He wants to open a portal with the rod. Why don't you tell us about the portal. Where will it go?"

Morgan had some theories and some knowledge of the creature but he didn't want the Baazka to know as much. The less Baazka knew, the easier it would be to deal with him.

If it was a Pit Fiend who was stuck between worlds, then the portal would probably lead somewhere where he could reconstitute himself. Maybe his body was dead or in stasis somewhere - as far as he knew, Pit Fiends were immortal. If Baazka was planning to just return to his home plane, Morgan would probably be fine with him taking the rod but Pit Fiends tended to have more sinister plans up their sleeves.

In any case, the creature would be open to bargaining but that was a tricky endeavor that could mean losing your soul. Maybe, though, it could buy some time. He wanted to hear the answer so that he could race up the stairs, outside. He waited.

Spoiler: OOC

Yeah, I want him to talk so Morgan can go run upstairs

 

[Kobold Stew]

Tommi pops his head out of the hole, and the sight he sees is not his friend. He had known something had happened to Lionel, but now he started to get a feeling of what was truly behind this devil's demands.

OOC: Expertise Insight: 1d20+10=18.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Tommi watched as the Devil reached out a hand to Lionel, who stepped away, shaking his head (having heard Morgan's call from down the well).

"W-wh-what are you gonna do with it?" the halflung stammered.

Tommi thought that, as opposing as the devil was, why did it not just take the rod? There was only one answer that Tommi could imagine: It couldn't. Clearly the devil's ability to engage with the world was limited. Perhaps very limited.

 

[Kobold Stew]

"Lionel, no!" young Tommi shouts.

Tommi scrambles onto the ground, one leg awkwardly reaching over the lip of the opening, and he scrambles to his feet.

"Don't give it to him. Come here!" There's a desperate pleading in his voice.

"He can't take it if you don't give it to him..." Tommi's mouth is dry and his plea is desperate. He starts to move between the devil and Lionel.

 

[FitzTheRuke]

Lionel backed away from the Devil, happily allowing Tommi to stand between them.

"I just want to go home," the devil said, in a soothing rumble, "Please, let me take it and return to Baator. I will cause no more trouble."

 

[Neurotic]

OOC: Lionel is in a firm grip of Lunn so he moved nowhere and gave nothing

Lunn steps back from the imposing creature. Not his forte, negotiation, especially not with the likes of this guy. He knows how to hit things very well though and having halfling in his arms doesn't help that.

"For how long? Anything fiends want is bad news."
He dons his shield after he drops Lionel, dangling from his arm it does him no good and he might need it.

He tries to see any weak points in the creature, noticing the sword part and trying to match that and the rod in his head.
"Could they be part of the same thing?" he thinks

neurotic: D20 + 4#lunnperception → 14(10 + 4)#Lunn perception

OOC: I almost wrote demon, Lunn probably doesn't know the difference, but a bit of meta and a generic term might serve us better than to insult someone who may command armies

Spoiler: Actions

Action: disengage (just in case)
Move: back to the door
Free: Drop Lionel behind him

neurotic: D20 + 4#lunnperception → 14(10 + 4)#Lunn perception

@FitzTheRuke I sent a PM with a question that might be relevant

 

[Kobold Stew]

Tommi looked at the devil, a supernatural creature unlike anything he had seen in his life, and new he should be scared. This thing could kill him, he knew, wihtout a single thought.

As he stood in front of Lionel, Tommi felt the leather cord of his simple sling wrapped loosely around his waist. when had he last picked up a stones? His pockets seemed to be empty. Gutter was at his side, sheathed, but he felt a warmth from the blade against his thigh as if it knew that a more welcome owner was within reach.

Tommi thought of Sherlen, back in Daggerford, and knew that if she saw him now, she'd beat him up for putting himself in stupid danger yet again. The fact that Lionel was with him would only confirm her scorn at the needless risks that she thought he always took.

Tommi remembered to breathe. I wonder if I'll see Sherlen again soon, he says to himself.

"I believe that all you want is to go home," Tommi lied. He took a step backwards. "And that if we give you this we will be in no danger. Maybe you can just give us a sec?" Another step backwards.