The adventure continues...
After enduring the apocalyptic visions, and soul burning negative energy as you step through through the color pool, you all gather your senses as you encounter a strange and horrific sight on the far side of the portal.
The area is bleak and grey and a howling sound can be heard all around. In the distance a mountain can be seen; a bright light shining like a beacon on the top of the towering edifice.
Sitting on a rock, 60’ from the color pool is a large winged Devil, of noble bearing, an iron mace resting in his lap, and with a maw filled with rows of large jagged teeth. Next to the devil are 4 shambling zombies, one a human in full plate, one an elf in robes, one a dwarf in chain mail, one a half elf in leather armor. The Devil tosses a rock up and down in the air - with horror you realize its the same one tossed in by the Cleric earlier.
A shattered greatsword lies on the ground near the Devils feet.
The Devil looks you over briefly, and then speaks:
Ahhh (he sneers, his horrifically fanged mouth distending as he does so). More mortals to provide me with entertainment (he briefly glances towards the shambling undead, his sneer turning to a toothy grin).
Tell me mortals, who are you, and what brings you to this accursed place?
What do you do?