Six From Gate Pass - Chapter 2: The Indomitable Fire Forest of Innenotdar

[fromage67]

"Ah! You call THAT a negotiation! I see that we know how to negotiate much better in Gate Pass than wherever you come from."

Lars snaps his mouth shut.... Much too late to undo any damage.

 

[Adjuntive]

Alric smirks at Lars' retort.

"Mr. Devil I presume! Yes I'm enjoying the negotiations thoroughly. See how much I'm enjoying them?" continues to scowl, "Pray tell, what does a minion of Baator want with this case? I remain unconvinced that the nine hells have any interest in mortal affairs of state."

 

[funkmamagoat]

Kirio tilts his head to the right and raise his left eyebrow at the creature's outburst.

			What is this ugly thing???

OOC: knowledge check on what this thing is before Kirio opens "negotiations"

 

[Gregor]

[sblock="for Kirio"]Kirio, you know that this creature is called a Barbazu, or a "Bearded Devil." These devils are elite shock troops in the wars of Hell who have a tendency to fly into a blood lusting battle frenzy. You also recall a small fact about their beards: apparently the tendrils have the ability to snap and bite at an opponent and are capable of spreading an unnatural disease[/sblock]

The creature narrows its eyes and strengthens its grip on the glaive. It stares at Alric and Lars and speaks: "Ahhhhh humans. My favourite mortal flesh sacks. The taste of your suffering in the dungeons of Hell is like ambrosia to me. Perhaps I should indulge my desires and simply rip the case from your pathetic corpulent bodies?"

 

[The Bashar]

Hrimr ignores the devil in front of him to see if there are any more around the party.

 

[Gregor]

[sblock="for Hrimr"]Hrimr, you don't see any more devils, but you can see the Hell Hound sitting in the burning trees some 40 or 50 feet behind your party. It is doing nothing other than watching the proceedings.[/sblock]

 

[funkmamagoat]

Kirio's eyebrow seems to somehow raise even further as the bearded devil continues it's rant, but his expression remains otherwise stone cold as he addresses the devil.

[sblock="if you speak infernal"] Greetings Barbazu, it is rare to see one of your level witted kind here. You know little of what you deal with, watch yourself soldier of hell.[/sblock]

"I am not a "human" flesh sack, and you are outnumbered, 7 to one. I know fighting is... what you revel in, but I doubt you revel in it at the expense or your own destruction, no? So why don't you humour us and tell us what it is you think we can do for you, and we will see what we will see." To the others in a softer voice "it is a bearded devil; ware the beard, if you get close the tendrils can and will bite, and will likely infect you with an infernal disease."

OOC: intimidate roll coming... unfortunate about the whole not possible to scare a dude from hell and all that...

 

[The Bashar]

Hrimr walks up beside Bannock and whispers into his ear:

"The hellhound is watching us some 50 feet behind us. Keep you eyes open and your weapon ready"

 

[Gregor]

The devil throws back his head and laughs before leveling his eyes at Kirio and replying: "I enjoy your spirit Elf, but I inhabit a world of molten rock, jagged towers of bone and creatures of unspeakable horror that would cause you to stain your breeches by just seeing them. You think a stern word from your thin pathetic lips will make me quiver in fright? I grow tired of this. You have not given up the case and so I shall take it from you."

It raises its weapon and prepares to charge.

"Pray to your false gods and prepare to die!"

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Initiative Order

1 - DM #2
2 - Arnir
3 - Bannock
4 - Alric
5 - Kirio
6 - DM #1
7 - Torrent
8 - Lars
9 - Hrimr

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Round 1

GM: Remember that you're safe from heat damage when on the road. The sides of the road are raging forest fire, so there is a chance you'll take fire damage if you move into those squares.

 

[Gregor]

The devil roars and raises one hand, palm up, as if it is lifting something extremely heavy. After a moment it closes its fist and the ground shakes. Five holes in the ash-covered road appear, blowing cinders and smoke into the air. The sounds of thousands of souls moaning and screaming blows forth from the openings and the smell of sulphur, burned flesh and brimstone fills your nostrils. Then, in each one a small creature emerges: small roiling waves of flesh gush forward. Amid their fatty surge wriggle half-formed limbs and dripping tumorous face.

"Kill them!" roars the bearded devil as he spins his glaive in his hands.