"I CANNOT REVEAL ALL OF THE PLAN IN HERE. FOLLOW ME." The caped aberration leads gestures towards an extradimensional pocket. You follow him in.
"I WILL PRESUME YOU KNOW THAT IN TIMES OF DIRE TROUBLE, THE PRIESTS OF THE one (descriptive adjective censored by DM) SUMMON AN ASPECT OF THEIR GOD TO AID THEM. THIS IS COMMON KNOWLEDGE. WHAT IS NOT SO WIDELY KNOWN IS THAT, WITH THE AID OF CERTAIN MAGICAL ITEMS, WHEN THIS ASPECT IS DEFEATED, THE DEITY IS BANISHED. THE ITEMS I SPEAK OF ARE ARTIFACTS, AND THERE CURRENTLY IS NO SITUATION OF DIRE TROUBLE. THIS IS WHERE YOU COME IN"
"THE PROVINCE WE ARE IN -WELL, THE PROVINCE OUTSIDE THAT DOOR - HAS A LARGE STANDING ARMY. THE RULING CLASS HAS THE ABSLOUTE LOYALTY OF THE PEOPLE, AND, UNDER MY INFLUENCE, THEY HAVE GROWN MORE HOSTILE TO THE THEOCRACY. THEY NEED A FINAL NUDGE WHICH I CANNOT GIVE THEM.
"THE RULER OF THIS PROVINCE, HIGH LORD MARCUS, HAS BEEN HAVING TROUBLE WITH A SMALL CULT OF ALIENIST SUMMONERS. HE HAS PROMISED LAND AND PEERAGE TO ANY WHO CAN RID THE LAND OF THESE 'VERMIN' (NO OFFENCE, ARAST). IF YOU CAN INGRATIATE YOURSELVES, YOU CAN BEGIN AN OPEN REBELLION.
"BY MY ESTIMATION, THEOCRACY FORCES ARE UNPREPARED FOR THIS EVENTUALITY -I HAVE CONSUMED MANY RESOURCES, PSIONIC AND MAGICAL, TO ENSURE THIS - AND WILL FALL QUICKLY. THIS WILL FORCE A COMMUNION. WE CAN DEFEAT THE FOUL ASPECT AND BRING ORDER TO THIS WORLD!!!! WHAT SAY YOU?"
Suddenly, you notice a clattering. The cleric you captured and brought along has an expression of horror on his face. With suddenly renewed willpower reserves, he runs for the door. Before you can react, there is a puff of smoke Mr. Cleric is stung by a winged, reddish, batlike creature and crumples.
"MEET MY FAMILIAR: CRAXTON!"
"Howdy," says the imp.