Devils in the Details (Level 16 PCs)
5e
Lord Ganelon Mordant, Mighty Death Knight: The explanation of the Iron Conclave’s disappearance begins in one of the layers of Hell, with the machinations of the pit fiend Vossargas. The devil had patiently devised a ritual that would allow him access to the mortal realm, and the last component required was the corruption of a truly noble heart.
Vossargas set his sights on the Iron Conclave, and Lord Ganelon Mordant in particular. The pit fiend contacted the succubus Lilytha on the Material Plane, and arranged a deal with her to help further his plans.
Lilytha infiltrated the Iron Conclave under the magical guise of a hand-maiden, and set to enamoring Lord Mordant. The process was slow, and subtle, but ultimately the paladin succumbed to her beauty and took her as his lover. It soon came to be that Lilytha was always seen at the lord’s side, whispering in his ear. The decisions and votes Lord Mordant cast began to turn dark, and out of character.
Each subsequent meeting of the Iron Conclave drew more suspicion and unrest from the council, wary of Ganelon and Lilytha’s relationship. Lord Roland Nyssar in particular spent many days with a keen eye on this hand-maiden that had won his friend’s affections. On the first night of the council’s 144th meeting, Lord Nyssar discovered what he was searching for – catching the succubus without her magical illusions that disguised her to appear human.
In Rivermarch Keep’s Great Hall, before all of the Iron Conclave, Lord Nyssar accused Lilytha of being a hellspawn, sparking a furious argument between himself and Lord Mordant. On that evening, before every lord on the council, Lord Mordant struck down Lord Nyssar in cold blood.
With Lord Mordant’s murder of Lord Nyssar, the paladin’s corruption was complete, and the pit fiend Vossargas’ ritual finished. The instant Roland Nyssar’s blood hit the stone floor the devil appeared before the Conclave and claimed the souls of all that inhabited Rivermarch Keep.
Upon Vossargas’ arrival, the keep was warped and transformed, forcing it to share an extra-dimensional space with Hell. Rivermarch Keep now exists simultaneously on two planes – its original construction on the Material Plane, and a twin version in Hell. The souls of the fallen lords were instantly transported to the keep’s twisted parody on the Outer Plane, damned to serve the devil thereafter.
Lord Ganelon Mordant’s fall from grace caused him to become a death knight after his passing.
I was once part of the prestigious group of lords that formed the Iron Conclave. We gave law to our lands, voices to our people, and peace to all of Rivermarch. Truly, there was nothing more noble I could do, nothing of which I could be more proud of doing.
But that all changed towards the end. In the waning years of our group’s endeavors we were infected with a sickness… and her name is Lilytha. A hellspawn, a fiend that turned my friend Ganelon against the graces of our union, she took the guise of servant maiden and whispered poisons in his ear.
There were many meetings when all my attention was fixed to gauging this seductress, and I’ve learned never to doubt my instincts. And then it happened – I spied upon her one day as she revealed her true form, a horned and winged thing not of our world.
I told Ganelon, my friend I thought, before all the Conclave what I had seen. But he did not believe me. He belittled me! Argued my words away! And when my back was turned, imploring my colleagues for help, he plunged his brand into my back.
Ganelon Mordant assured the doom of our council that day, and now they are destined to serve the wretches of Hell in this twisted reflection of our once great keep.
Death Knight: If the party intimidates Xalabrachne, he’ll reveal the truth about the pit fiend’s plans - Vossargas is using his access to the Material Plane to corrupt powerful mortals to make a legion of death knights. He needs mortal souls to forge these powerful weapons, and when his army is complete, he’s set to ousting Baalzebul and claiming himself as Lord of Hell.
Lord Roland Nyssar, Revenant: Each subsequent meeting of the Iron Conclave drew more suspicion and unrest from the council, wary of Ganelon and Lilytha’s relationship. Lord Roland Nyssar in particular spent many days with a keen eye on this hand-maiden that had won his friend’s affections. On the first night of the council’s 144th meeting, Lord Nyssar discovered what he was searching for – catching the succubus without her magical illusions that disguised her to appear human.
In Rivermarch Keep’s Great Hall, before all of the Iron Conclave, Lord Nyssar accused Lilytha of being a hellspawn, sparking a furious argument between himself and Lord Mordant. On that evening, before every lord on the council, Lord Mordant struck down Lord Nyssar in cold blood.
With Lord Mordant’s murder of Lord Nyssar, the paladin’s corruption was complete, and the pit fiend Vossargas’ ritual finished. The instant Roland Nyssar’s blood hit the stone floor the devil appeared before the Conclave and claimed the souls of all that inhabited Rivermarch Keep.
Upon Vossargas’ arrival, the keep was warped and transformed, forcing it to share an extra-dimensional space with Hell. Rivermarch Keep now exists simultaneously on two planes – its original construction on the Material Plane, and a twin version in Hell. The souls of the fallen lords were instantly transported to the keep’s twisted parody on the Outer Plane, damned to serve the devil thereafter.
When Lord Roland Nyssar passed into Hell, his corpse animated as a revenant.
The magic that gives Lord Nyssar unlife is normally limited to one year, but that time has come and gone and yet the revenant persists. Perhaps it is because the cursed Rivermarch Keep only resides on the Material Plane briefly, once each month – or perhaps the flow of time in Hell is much slower than on the mortal realm. Whatever the reason, Lord Nyssar has not rested a single night since his death decades ago, every minute of his existence dedicated to complete and utter revenge.
I was once part of the prestigious group of lords that formed the Iron Conclave. We gave law to our lands, voices to our people, and peace to all of Rivermarch. Truly, there was nothing more noble I could do, nothing of which I could be more proud of doing.
But that all changed towards the end. In the waning years of our group’s endeavors we were infected with a sickness… and her name is Lilytha. A hellspawn, a fiend that turned my friend Ganelon against the graces of our union, she took the guise of servant maiden and whispered poisons in his ear.
There were many meetings when all my attention was fixed to gauging this seductress, and I’ve learned never to doubt my instincts. And then it happened – I spied upon her one day as she revealed her true form, a horned and winged thing not of our world.
I told Ganelon, my friend I thought, before all the Conclave what I had seen. But he did not believe me. He belittled me! Argued my words away! And when my back was turned, imploring my colleagues for help, he plunged his brand into my back.
Ganelon Mordant assured the doom of our council that day, and now they are destined to serve the wretches of Hell in this twisted reflection of our once great keep.
Whatever curse that has taken them has afflicted me differently, it would seem, as I am granted some cruel semblance of life each day. I swear this, I will not rest until I have throttled the life out of the succubus that turned my friend against me. I will not rest until I return the favor to Lord Ganelon Mordant.
I will have my vengeance.
Skeletal Knight: Skeletal knights are much more powerful versions of animated skeletons.
The explanation of the Iron Conclave’s disappearance begins in one of the layers of Hell, with the machinations of the pit fiend Vossargas. The devil had patiently devised a ritual that would allow him access to the mortal realm, and the last component required was the corruption of a truly noble heart.
Vossargas set his sights on the Iron Conclave, and Lord Ganelon Mordant in particular. The pit fiend contacted the succubus Lilytha on the Material Plane, and arranged a deal with her to help further his plans.
Lilytha infiltrated the Iron Conclave under the magical guise of a hand-maiden, and set to enamoring Lord Mordant. The process was slow, and subtle, but ultimately the paladin succumbed to her beauty and took her as his lover. It soon came to be that Lilytha was always seen at the lord’s side, whispering in his ear. The decisions and votes Lord Mordant cast began to turn dark, and out of character.
Each subsequent meeting of the Iron Conclave drew more suspicion and unrest from the council, wary of Ganelon and Lilytha’s relationship. Lord Roland Nyssar in particular spent many days with a keen eye on this hand-maiden that had won his friend’s affections. On the first night of the council’s 144th meeting, Lord Nyssar discovered what he was searching for – catching the succubus without her magical illusions that disguised her to appear human.
In Rivermarch Keep’s Great Hall, before all of the Iron Conclave, Lord Nyssar accused Lilytha of being a hellspawn, sparking a furious argument between himself and Lord Mordant. On that evening, before every lord on the council, Lord Mordant struck down Lord Nyssar in cold blood.
With Lord Mordant’s murder of Lord Nyssar, the paladin’s corruption was complete, and the pit fiend Vossargas’ ritual finished. The instant Roland Nyssar’s blood hit the stone floor the devil appeared before the Conclave and claimed the souls of all that inhabited Rivermarch Keep.
Upon Vossargas’ arrival, the keep was warped and transformed, forcing it to share an extra-dimensional space with Hell. Rivermarch Keep now exists simultaneously on two planes – its original construction on the Material Plane, and a twin version in Hell. The souls of the fallen lords were instantly transported to the keep’s twisted parody on the Outer Plane, damned to serve the devil thereafter.
I was once part of the prestigious group of lords that formed the Iron Conclave. We gave law to our lands, voices to our people, and peace to all of Rivermarch. Truly, there was nothing more noble I could do, nothing of which I could be more proud of doing.
But that all changed towards the end. In the waning years of our group’s endeavors we were infected with a sickness… and her name is Lilytha. A hellspawn, a fiend that turned my friend Ganelon against the graces of our union, she took the guise of servant maiden and whispered poisons in his ear.
There were many meetings when all my attention was fixed to gauging this seductress, and I’ve learned never to doubt my instincts. And then it happened – I spied upon her one day as she revealed her true form, a horned and winged thing not of our world.
I told Ganelon, my friend I thought, before all the Conclave what I had seen. But he did not believe me. He belittled me! Argued my words away! And when my back was turned, imploring my colleagues for help, he plunged his brand into my back.
Ganelon Mordant assured the doom of our council that day, and now they are destined to serve the wretches of Hell in this twisted reflection of our once great keep.
The former lords of the Iron Conclave have become the devils and undead that now serve the pit fiend that damned them.
Animated Skeleton: ?
Undead: ?