They had their big battle. Godric, Tamin,
Xanaphia, Orion, Drifting Cloud, Syre, and Thelrum were faced with a dark
decision. The big wizards had fixed the scroll in a way that it could be used
to summon the demon lords together and hopefully cause them to fight each other
and pick off the survivors. The party was given the choice to pick the place
the battle would happen. This led to numerous ideas and plots. Options were
weighed, caution taken, and a choice was had. They hunted down a volcano and
looked for vents leading for any underground chambers nearby that could have a
thin crust of cooled rock above a pool of liquid rock. Syre helmed this search
and found a suitable location. The party prepared themselves the best they
could and let the wizards finish the spell. Their allies consisted of Acererak,
Eliminster, the Companion, Professor Pulldiver, Thuds the troll, and Anchor the
oni. They planned on dividing the forces, letting them fight a bit, and taking
out the survivors. Drifting Cloud cast forbiddance to damage the demon lords
every round and Thelrum set up a wall of force to keep the demon lords stuck in
the room as long as possible. As the party set themselves up and cast the spell
I read this aloud to them.
“Tangible magic courses around you. You see as
the weave buckles and bends, chains of light fill the chamber and create vortex
of magic. The cave darkens and a loud tearing sound along with the rushing of
water fills the world around you. Larger than imaginable, a massive worm like
creature with random atrophied limbs crashes head first into the ground, its
neck snapping instantly. Dark forms follow it, bouncing off its bulk and
slipping in the waves. Orcus, demon prince of death stands up and looks around,
seeing the dead fiendwurm and starts digging into its side. Another form rises,
his horns wide set, Baphomet roars out a challenge for anyone to face him. Two
massive baboon heads lift from the carnage, for a few of you, this creature is
familiar, last seen destroying the Koa-toa town of Sloobludop . Demogorgon’s
rage shakes the world around him. A smaller form can be seen sprinting away
from the other demons, a large drow like figure that could only be Graz’zt
himself. Attached to the large worm creature a black and green slime oozes,
Juiblex searches for those who thwarted his attack on the gnomes of
Blingdenstone. With a scream like a thousand screeching hyenas, Yeenoghu rolls
to his feet, already swinging his flail in the air. A large cloud darkens part
of the giant worm as mushrooms the size of houses blossom across its form.
Zuggtmoy makes her presence known. You have your allies with you. How will you proceed?”
Pile of demon lords |
The fiendwurm caught the party off guard. They
realized that it was responsible for eating the krakens they had seen dead in
the ocean, the water it had been swimming in had cooled the chamber and created
steam. I gave the party a few moments to choose which of the demon lords they
wanted to fight. After a few minutes they decided to fight Orcus and Graz’zt.
Their allies watched each chose a few to fight as well, the mages took Juiblex
and Zuggtmoy and the Pulldiver’s Delvers took Yeenoghu and Baphomet. Each group
teleported to another chamber to duke it out. the party quickly realized
Demogorgon was left in the room with them as well.
The crowded hallway |
The party watched as Orcus walked over to
punch Demogorgon, who did not like the damage he was taking from the magic in
the chamber and climbed into the ceiling, digging into the magma tubes. Graz’zt
looked at the wall and teleported within the party to sow discord. The group
watched as Orcus carved a wicked smile into a ball of flesh he pulled out of
the dead wurm and craft it into a pseudo beholder zombie with stringy gristle
legs. Graz’zt started cutting into the party with his acid coated sword,
dominated Godric’s mind with crown of madness, causing him to swing at his
allies. The group was able to focus fire on Graz’zt while dealing with his
brutal attacks and counter spelling his efforts to make more allies for
himself. Orion made great work of him with many punches and kicks, he was able
to resist the stunning attacks too well.
Orcus was approaching the wall of force as the
party was phasing their spells through the wall, like tiny birds pecking at him
as he took constant damage from the forbiddance spell. Thelrum dropped the wall
of force and changed it up to a globe of invulnerability, shielding himself and
others from lower level spells and Syre cast magic circle, to give everyone
bonuses on saving throws.
Orcus |
From other chambers they could hear screams
and explosions and hoped their allies were doing alright. Drifting Cloud spent
most of the combat taunting Orcus trying to distract him. Orcus pushed against
the party, trying to make it out of the chamber and into the hallway, but was
having difficulty with the wall of heroes refusing to budge. His wounds became
too much, the magics and constant radiant damage broke him, Drifting Cloud told
him “Anubis says hello” as Orcus became ooze and gristle on the stone floor,
leaving only his club like wand behind. Demogorgon pulled the rest of the way
through the roof and started tearing into the party. The group, sensing the
danger in this foe pulled back into the forbiddance room that would be their
sanctuary or trap, having no other way out. Loud booms filled the hallway and
from the western wall Baphomet burst through like a fur covered train, and
started tearing into Demogorgon. The group double downed their efforts in
pelting them with spells and attacks and eventually Demogorgon was brought down
by a magic missile spell by Thelrum and Orion defeated Baphomet.
The Companion and the other survivors from the
demon lords limped back to the party. The Pulldiver’s Delvers were defeated by
Baphomet and Acererak had abandoned the rest to their own fate. Eliminster
looked a little worse for wear. The group was given wishes from the Companion
as a final payment, terminating their contracts as well. Godric wished to find
his father, the whole reason he had gotten into adventuring in the first place.
Thelrum went by the book, wishing for the entire party to forever be resistant
to slashing damage. Drifting Cloud wished his khopesh of disruption to be sent
to the next warrior that would need it in their quest against evil. Syre went
the greed route, wanting money, and found her pockets were extradimensional
spaces full of coins. After experimenting a bit, she realized it was one
hundred thousand gold coins she could access from any pocket she wore. Orion wished for a tent like Daddy Fate's so he could set up a mobile orphanage to save kids in need where ever he traveled.
The party was successful, and much work would
need to be done to push the minor demons from the realm, but for now their
story is done. A new group of heroes calls for our attention.
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