Chapter 19 Politics and Power in Hell

AJ B. (GM): Last time on “The Menagerie Meets Mephistopheles” Our intrepid band had made their way down into hell or at least to the gates where they challenged the gatekeeper for entry each winning their way through in their own way. With the gates now opened dog tags marking them as belonging to Erebus upon their necks and a guide leading them to the beggining of their journey we return to their adventures.

Quazil had been given the orders to stay quiet; not a word, not a song, but that wasn’t going to stop him from enjoying another of those rather large cigars he had with him.
AJ B. (GM): Ir’il leads you to through a dark cavern the walls of which are cracked and display a deep red flickering through the cracks lighting the way, exposing to you the grim reality of this cave. The floor looks almost like patchwork leather sewn together with whit thread. It creaks and groans as you walk upon it. The ceiling appears to be dripping various liquids ranging in color from black to green, to purple, to vibrant red.

Ambrose Betamax is very grossed out by all this, and after what happened earlier, is Clinging to Leah.
Ambrose Betamax: (btw, does Ambrose’ body adapt to hell?)

Bharat thinks it’s all very interesting, but can’t do what he’d want to in this instance so he just follows Ir’il
Bharat: “colorful.”

Quazil walked on without word, simply watching, observing, and listening. An unpleasant place, to be sure, but.. Well, ’I’ve seen worse’ is one of those thoughts floating in the back of his head, even if he can’t quite put for any examples.
AJ B. (GM): The atmosphere and temperature of hell are far different from the upper world, for most it feels almost as if breathing in smokey air and leaves a heavy feeling on the lungs. The temperature is above even australia at the peak of its heat in the desert. (Ambrose and Leah do both adapt to these changes)
Ir’il nods and looks over his shoulder “Indeed, the blood of many different species drip down into here.”

Quazil regularly fills what act as his lungs with smoke. This kind just lacks nicotine and a bit less tar.
Bharat: “Kind of pretty.”
(bharat enjoys the heat, being cold blooded and all)
Ir’il Vaunt: “Only if you aren’t one of the ones providing the color I suppose.” As he leads you out of the end of the cave you find yourself stepping onto a stone path. (specifically that bottom corner of the picture) “This is where I must leave you. Follow the paths down, find your way to a stone cross and enter the door nearest it. Once inside you will be one step closer to the Chapel.”

Quazil fails to be that great of a conversationalist, despite his normally (And perhaps somewhat disturbing) upbeat nature. Perhaps just as disturbing was how quiet he was when moving even through the hallway. A simple nod of appreciation was given to the guide before the merc looked out upon the lay of the land.
Bharat: (I thought we were goign to the paths a phear!)
Ir’il Vaunt: (you are on the paths, you’re the one who asked how to get to the Chapel of Payne)

Bharat nods. “Ok. Thank you.” He turns to the others and motions them to follow him. “You be here when get back?”
Ir’il Vaunt: “I will be.”

Quazil continued to let the lizard lead; After all, he was hired on to ensure the task was complete, not to lead the party.
AJ B. (GM): As you step out onto the path you notice something odd. Although there is the occassional demon on it most of what you see appear to be humans and d-bees. Almost always wearing some form of collar or necklace and looking utterly terrible in one way or another. The common trait amongst them all though is a complete dispairity of hope to be found in their eyes.

Quazil walked on, not seeming to pay much mind to those without hope; It was the kind of expression one gets use to, though more often then not he sees that look accompanied by horror and fear. At least he’d make a point of keeping Ambrose and Leah between himself and Bharat, ever scanning around for possible threats to his charges.
AJ B. (GM): As you are walking suddenly a little ways ahead of you a shouting match breaks out as two women are clawing and beating on each other. When a third shoves them both over the edge of the pathway.

Quazil breaks his oath of silence, “One way to end an argument.” And he might even follow the falling pair for a moment before returning his gaze to be ever wary,
AJ B. (GM): The women fall far beyond sight and eventually even beyond the range of hearing. You are able to continue down the paths and every so often there is some altercation or other nuisance to the denizens. At one point an imp gets in front of Bharat and starts walking backwards and in an insanely chipper and high pitched voice says “Hi friends. looking for something? I bet I can help you find it, all you need to do is ask. I find all things in all places.”
Bharat: “You help us?”
AJ B. (GM): “Sure, sure. I know all the places, all the things and you look like you’re on a serious hunt.” He extends his hand upwards “and you are?”
Bharat: “Lizard.” Bharat says, basically picking up the imp with his handshake.
AJ B. (GM): “Well I can see that most certainly, but were your parents really so creatively deficient that they names you what you are?” He laughs as he says this. His laugh sounds like thumbtacks being scraped on a school desk.

Ambrose Betamax is not allowed to talk lol
Bharat: (sorry guys, reading something real quick)

Bharat looks back at the others and seems to think very hard about something, not letting go of the imp in the meanwhile. Very, very hard. It’s nearly thirty seconds before he sighs. “Ok, look. You’re not going to trick them or myself into giving you our real names. At the very least, I’m not that stupid. Can’t speak for the rock or the two deerbees that thought following me into hell was a smart idea.” He says, finally dropping the stupid act in front of Leah and Ambrose. “That being said, you have a choice now.” He leans in close, restraining the devil with his big hand. “You can bugger off, help us find the chapel of Payne or you can stick around and I’ll see if I can’t found out if you get in trouble for being here instead of Dyval!”
AJ B. (GM): (did Jacior just vanish out of the chat or is it glitching?)
Quazil: (Vanished for me)
Ambrose Betamax: (vanished)
Quazil: (Went offline too; think he either had a PC crash or power outage)
AJ B. (GM): (yep seems so)
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 80 (I can’t remember if its 77 or 82) Demon and monster lore for the imp.
(
20
)
= 1 Successes

Quazil cracked a smile across his misshapen face. And crack is really the correct term, a rather unfriendly looking and jagged maw across the earthen flesh that made up his body. He still said nothing, but there was that unspoken approval of how the lizard was handling the imp. “Lu’F’sarn naut ichl zhaunus ka Lagvarguth zhah folt natha bwael detholir.”
Bharat: (I return!)
Quazil: (Welcome back!)
AJ B. (GM): “Oh yes Mr. Lizard I can definitely lead you to the Chapel, is a nice place, lots of praying and repentance. Very good for Mr. Lizard and his most fine looking companions. Surely they will all be welcomed there. However my legs are tiny and my steps equally so. Perhaps I can ride on Mr. Lizard’s shoulder?”
Bharat: “So you can be close to the tag around my neck? I think not. I will carry you if you must be.” Bharat’s tail snacks forward and wraps around the imp.
AJ B. (GM): The Imp just kind of shrugs then turns to the deerbees. “Your friend, he is very paranoid. Why?”
Leah merely shrugs.
Bharat: “Don’t talk to them.”
AJ B. (GM): “But they are such interesting people. I am sure they have many interesting stories to share. Particularly if they followed you down here.”
Bharat: “They might. Perhaps they, in fact, do! Don’t talk to them.”
AJ B. (GM): “But I want to hear the interesting stories and it is rather rude to travel with others with no way to tell them apart. and I can’t simply call them both Deerbee now can I. I am certain this lovely couple has names befitting their impressive appearance. As well as a wonderful story of what their wedding was like?”
Bharat: “Interesting little fact: You’re still trying to talk to them. You’re still trying to weasel information out of them. If you truly must give them names,” Bharat points to Quazil, Ambrose and Leah in turn. “Rock, Deerbee, Lady. Period. Taht is all you get out of them.”
AJ B. (GM): “I have not attempted to talk to them, I have responded only to Mr. Lizard during our entire conversation.” He says in a rather insulted tone.

Quazil piped up, “Lizard, if I may?” And then he’d turn that baleful gaze upon the small imp, “Ka dos zhaun vel’bol zhah wun dosst alurl interests, dos orn venorsh dosst ooble’p’los Usstan harventh ol dal dosst rinteith. Nin, nau’thal udossa ‘zil l’Tizzin undva.” There was no friendly tone in his voice, only a look of malice. Yeah.. It was a very, very safe bet he would enjoy such a task.
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 75 Intimidate
(
89
)
= 0 Successes

Bharat stays quiet while Quazil talks.
AJ B. (GM): The Imp chuckles and responds to Quazil “Za swy hyxxdy swefnz wy pof’s xilf?” before turning to Bharat “We continue on the path, when you come to the next fork turn left, then take a right after that one. When we run into the beggar woman I suggest you kick her out of your way.”
Bharat: “What’s her name?”
AJ B. (GM): “I think her name was Ikwa, no no no, Inte, no maybe Iquen? I know I heard it a couple times.”\
Bharat: “But definitely an I name?”
AJ B. (GM): “Oh yes definitely started with an I. Maybe it was Ilah. You know the lady deer kind of looks like an Ilah.”
Bharat: “Jilaiya perhaps?”
AJ B. (GM): The imp seems to think. “No that’s not it, but I did hear her call someone that the last time I saw her. I think maybe they were sisters or something.”
Bharat: “If you steer me wrong, I will break you. Or sell you to someone who can.” Bharat says with a toothy smile. Looking at the others, he motions them onward to adventure

Quazil simply held that rather unfriendly smile at the quip from the demon, though he’d not press the matter further. After all, the imp still did as he was told.
AJ B. (GM): When you come to the beggar woman she reaches up and says “Spare some food, a coin, anything at all?” Her clothes in complete rags, although upon closer inspection it appears she has wrapped her destroyed wings around her. Her hair is matted with streaks of grey and her skin is pale blue with yellow tiger stripes on it.
Bharat: “You could tell me where I can find Jilaiya perhaps?”
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 80 Demons / monsters, as applicable, to knowing who or what the woman is.
(
62
)
= 1 Successes
AJ B. (GM): “I could for a bit of silver or a touch of food. Or maybe you’d like to trade me a night with your stony friend there,”

Quazil simply snorted at the comment.

Bharat looks back at Quazil and raises an eyebrow.
Bharat: “Not sure you’d want that. I could trade you an interesting piece of info about him though.”
AJ B. (GM): “Oh really now? The problem with trading for information is I don’t know if it’s valuable enough until I know what it is, and once I know that I have the information don’t I?”
The imp pipes up “She’s crazy and just going to con you. Kick her off the path and be done with it.”
Bharat: “IT’s about him and the Gatekeeper, if that’s any difference to you.”
AJ B. (GM): “Mmm, perhaps. You share yours and if it’s worth my time I’ll tell you where to find her. If it’s not I’ll consider it payment for wasting my time.”
The imp pipes up again “She’s just going to say it’s not worth it no matter what. I’m telling you.”
“Your tail ornament is not only very vocal but there is something about it which disconcerts me.” she starts studying the imp.
Bharat: “That’s not how it works dear. You tell me yours and then I tell you and give you a bite of food, depending on what you consider food, that is.” Bharat says, then starts shaking his tail around so she can’t get a good look at it. “Maybe I give you the tail ornament when I’m done.”
AJ B. (GM): She shakes her head “Now why should I trust you’ll do what you say? you’re much bigger then me and even your tail ornament can see you could easily toss me off the trail. Of the two of us were it to come to an altercation you’d clearly have the edge. I would have to be quite foolish to give up my only advantage without ensuring payment first.”
Bharat: “What have I got to lose by lying?”
AJ B. (GM): “Free information for someone you’re looking for at no cost to yourself.”
Bharat: “I don’t have time for the back and forth. Maybe next time.”

Bharat turns to leave
AJ B. (GM): The Imp pipes again. “Oh come on at least smack her or something before we leave damn it”
The woman growls “Fine, you’re lucky I’m desperate.”
Bharat: “First, what do you call food?”
AJ B. (GM): “meat mainly down here, but frankly a lot of the more common mortal foods count down here. Though for me sex would be the most sustaining but those who are starving can’t be picky.”
Bharat: “That works then. I packed plenty of meat for myself.”
AJ B. (GM): She leans over the edge of the path and points down. “See the big glowing roof on top of that center building down there?”
Bharat: “Yes.” Bharat stays further back, making sure he can’t be pushed.

Quazil towers over the woman on the ground as he is, and glancing as he is able to see where she’s pointing, just as smart about staying away.
AJ B. (GM): “She lives in that building, room 6969.”
Bharat: “That sounds like a completely fake room number. But if it checks out, I’ll come back and give you what’s yours.”
AJ B. (GM): “I knew you couldn’t be trusted.” She then stands up and looks at the imp and a light of recognition appears in her eyes.
The imp yells at Bharat “Shove her off NOW!”

Quazil made sure to place himself between the demons and the deer-bees; they were his paycheck, after all.
Bharat: “I never said I’d pay you before hand. But fi-” Bharat lunges at her as her eyes like up and the imp yells, trying to cover her mouth.
rolling 1d20
(
15
)
= 15
AJ B. (GM): Bharat just barely manages to get a hand over her mouth muffling whatever she was trying to scream. The imp rolls his eyes “And your plan now Mr. Smart Lizard? She’s going to scream as soon as you let go and then we’re all going to be killed, rather painfully I might add.”
Bharat: “Shut up.” He says to the imp before focusing on the demon before him. "Now, what am I going to do with you? I could just straight up kill you… But I’m curious… Why does my tail ornament cause you such distress? If I uncover your mouth are you going to tell me or scream?
(To GM): Telepathy attempt, for surface thoughts.

Quazil remains at that distance, focused on the winged demon, though already a hint of fire was starting to spark within the sockets that made up his eyes.
AJ B. (GM): She seems to calm down but doesn’t give any real verbal response, and simply waits for Bharat to react.

Quazil responded, “Keep her quiet.”
AJ B. (GM): The Imp shakes his head and speaks very slowly as if talking to a complete idiot. “Throw Her Off The Path.”
(To GM): The mind was a quick one, and that thought would be met with another of his own, a focused mind attempting to cause any number of nerves to lock up.
Bharat: “I’ll give you a chance. One. Single. Chance.” Bharat pulls his palm back, but keeps his fingers and thumb on her face. “Tell me.”
(To GM): for what its worth, Woo bio-paralysis..!
AJ B. (GM): She suddenly locks up all of her muscles tensing at once and locking in place. She seems unable to respond or in any way move and you can feel that the only thing supporting her weight now is you.

Quazil gave no warning. None at all. The next action seen would be a hand moving as if in a swing, that molten in his eyes already spreading and flickingering out across that monstrous form, magnets giving way on his robes along shoulders and arms. There was no battle cry. There was no word of violence. There was only action.
(To GM): Invisable sword, woo! At the back of the neck!
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d20+7 because 7 is all I remember off the top of my head (5 at least from PP, WP)
(
1
)
7
= 8

Bharat looks up and around for what was going on, but doesn’t let go of the demon.
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d6
(
4
)
= 4
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 3d6+6d6 If you want to count him as zerk at this point.
(
4
+
6
+
5
)+(
2
+
4
+
4
+
2
+
3
+
6
)
= 36
AJ B. (GM): Quazil moves his arm as if to swing something and as he does Leah having pulled Ambrose farther behind the rock man as much to shield him from seeing this as from the demon screams as her hand comes off at the wrist.
Leah Razortongue: “What the hell, how did she just take my hand off like that?!?” She then looks down at her wrist and passes out.
Quazil: (Quick verbiage check on that, please?)

Quazil wouldn’t stop; he likely noticed, but at this point, dealing with the wounded is a less pressing issue then drawing hell down upon the party. His other arm would have pulled something far, far more seen into play, greatblade drawn from his back in a rather vicious overhead swing, hopefully rather deftly at the demon. Great cleave, anyone?
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d20+7 +likely more.
(
17
)
= 17
Bharat: “Anyone care to tell me what’s going on?!”
AJ B. (GM): (Bharat have any intention of pulling her out of the way or anything?)
Bharat: (PULLING WHO OUT OF THE WAY OF WHAT?)
(I’m SO CONFUSED)
Quazil: (Demon out of the way of a 90 lb, 8.5 ft long stone blade, currently coming down in an unfriendly way from Quazil’s shoulder, attached to his wrist.)

Quazil went from silent watcher to silent killer in the blink of an eye. He made damn sure to strike first, after all. It’s what he’s been paid for. Even the imp was nice enough to stay to kick her over the edge. Why do that when she may well survive it?
Bharat: (Oh… Yeah. Probably a good Idea. I want answers)
AJ B. (GM): (then need you to roll either a dodge roll for getting her out of the way, or a body block for putting yourself between her and the sword.)
Bharat: (Dodge ples. 0.0 I no want magic rock sword in spine)
Quazil: (Yeah… Good idea. Magic rock sword is mildly vicious.)
Bharat: rolling 1d20+8
(
11
)8
= 19
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 3d6
6d6+1d6 Raw damage, SN PS (Only 4 dice if robotic) and fencing.
(
2
+
4
+
6
)(
5
+
5
+
2
+
4
+
6
+
3
)
(
3
)
= 40
AJ B. (GM): Quazil’s sword comes down right across the center of her face slicing the entire top half of her head off which flies over the edge and tumbles into the abyss. The Imp cheers.

Quazil followed such a gesture with a swift kick before growling at the lizard, towering above him in that state of armored readiness, “You Speak To No One.” And then, to the imp, “Ofk uai, dessdy afy, tou xy fygs. Nyyh uailzydb ais ab zerws dyzs uai maef wyl.” About he’d turn, to brace for an onslaught of others who may have an.. issue with what the twenty foot tall stone behemoth had just done, blackened hide flickering with crimson light. Y’know, he actually fits in here, quite well.
AJ B. (GM): Actually no one seems overly concerned with what you just did.
For them this basically amounts to “same shit different day”
The imp looks at the stone man and in english asks “and how exactly am I supposed to do that while being used as a tail ornament?”

Bharat lifts the remnants of the body up. Which was the majority of it. “Great. Just… Great. Thanks for that. Really.” He shakes the vody, to see if it might come back to life or something and sighs. “Well, that’s one at least.”

Quazil held that moment of rage, though once things seemed to calm, he again turned to look at the collapsed Leah, and the likely worried Ambrose before looking at the lizard, “Think of where you are. Think of what you hold. Think very, very carefully of what may befall us if people realize who and what you carry with you.” And with that, he’d turn to his bag, to collect at least something to assist with addressing the one handed deer-bee. He’d not even bother with his robes, as that would get blood on them.

Bharat brings the imp around slowly, tail clicking ominously with the mechanical motion. “Explain.”
(To GM): duration on telepathy?
(To GM): Ah! Got it. 10 minutes at his level.
AJ B. (GM): The Imp looks at Bharat “You threatened me earlier with knowledge that you lost in the intervening minutes from then to now? Umm Mr. Rock, could you perhaps get me out of the clearly mentally unstable lizards tail? I would very much like to not be here.”
(To Matt S.): A strong message would echo in the lizard’s head, in the stone man’s voice, “Dyval Invasion Force.” And yep, that is 100% IC.
Bharat: “No. Explain EXACTLY how much trouble you and apparently the-” Bharat stops mid sentence. “FUCKING LOVELY.” He ROARS into the imps face. “AND WHAT EXACTLY DOES THAT MEAN?!”
He says the second thing to quazil
AJ B. (GM): “I will gladly answer your questions if you’d just be so kind as to let go of me. I would really rather not be crushed should something else find reason to anger you further Terrifying Lizard Man.”

Quazil looks up from bandaging the deer-bee’s stump of a hand, muttering under his breath. “It means, Friend, that you bare a rather valuable gift for those who wish to promote themselves down here, and a dangerous ally for those who wish you ill will.”
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d100 I have nfc what my paramadic or holistic medicine skills are.
(
47
)
= 47

Bharat doesn’t look away from the imp. “Oh you lovely beasty you. You might have more answers to my problems than you know.” He absently rips what’s left of the demons head off its shoulders. “Rock. Carry this, it won’t weigh you down as much.”
AJ B. (GM): After she is patched up and Ambrose has worried over her for a little while Leah wakes up looking very confused.

Quazil took care to tend to the deer first; quite unaware of what, if anything, the lizard could do for her. He’d even go so far as to shove some sort of herbal root in her mouth, instructions given, “Chew. Don’t swallow the root. It’ll help with the pain.” Well, he can be compassionate. How about that? He’d be clad in his robes again, rucksack strapped back in place, swords away. He’d even be carrying half a demon’s head, by the hair, at this point.
Bharat: (I meant the body! The head he was supposed to throw off the edge)
(I just… forgot that)

Quazil in such case, would be dragging a body by the wings.
Bharat: “Lady, we will get you a new hand. I know a man who does excellent work.” And with that, there can be no more delays as they must find the chapel
AJ B. (GM): The imp looks more terrified then ever and is now actively struggling in Bharat’s tail. “I don’t know what the lizard thinks he wants, but come on won’t one of you help me out here?”

Quazil barked a single, sharp word at the imp, “ZEDYFPY!”
AJ B. (GM): and the imp promptly shuts up.

Quazil is, at least, kind enough to speak in the imp’s native tongue. But that was not a quiet word. Nope. That was the kind of word one hears barked out by a tyrant. Walking would be at that easy pace.. Or as easy as Bharat would set. After all, the stone man was paid to follow, not to lead.
Bharat: “You will have to teach me how you do that.”

Quazil offered that jagged crack of a smile at the lizard, “It comes with age, Friend. Now, lead us onward.” And he’d glance back at the imp, “And ask the guide as needed where to go. And should he not answer your questions… Simply hand him to me.” Nope. That was not a friendly set of words.
Bharat: “Well, lead on imp.”
AJ B. (GM): The Imp is now looking between you two utterly terrified and stares at the deerbees who are engrossed in concern over Leah’s hand before sighing. “We head straight from here. There will be less people as we go. Our next turn will be at the first empty crossroad we come to. We turn right and we will soon reach the door we need.”
Bharat: “Smart idea.”
(To GM): As needed, reactivate telepathy to read his mind as to if he’s telling the truth or not. He doesn’t trust the imp one tiny bit.
AJ B. (GM): As you travel the crowds do thin and the first empty crossroads you come to has a small plaque placed on it. “Those who seek the light should know the necessity of darkness”

Quazil depending on the tongue it was written in, would smile a knowing smile, lest he’d actually have to ask the group. Revealing a weakness? Perhaps.
(To GM): Only reads elvish / draconic from what I remember.
Bharat: “This is the Chapel of Payne?”
AJ B. (GM): The Imp shakes his head. merely the end of the first leg of our journey there. We will be alone until we come to the doorway. We take a right here. When we find the Stone cross with the door behind it you are advised to ignore it’s words. They are meaningless.
(The Plaque shifts to allow the reader to understand it though no one sees it change language it just is what language it can be read in.)

Quazil had to smile at the words on the plaque in such case. Those of the light surely had brought their own darkness with them by asking for him to come along. He’d nod at the imp’s warning before he’d simply start to sing in that low, base gravel of his, “Hello darkness, my old friend.. / I’ve come to talk with yoOou again../ Because a vision softlyyy creeping../ Left its seeds while I was slee-ping/ And the viiision that was planted in my brain, Still remains.. /Within the sound of silence..”
AJ B. (GM): As you guys arrive at the stone cross there are words carved into it. (so who is going to ignore the imp and look at them?)

Ambrose Betamax does not know the context of the situation
Bharat: (Bharat will, of course.)
Quazil: (We’ve cowed the imp into actually listening to us; Leah has taken a wound and has been fussed over by the stone man and the deer-bee. We’ve walked along a pathway for some amount of time, and Quazil actually sang along part of the way! Granted, it likely wasn’t an uplifting song, being The Sound of Silence.. But the imp also warned us not to pay attention to the words on the cross.)

Ambrose Betamax is looking numbly at where Leah’s hand was.
AJ B. (GM): Leah looks at the cross as well and asks Ambrose what he thinks it means. (and yes even the illiterate can read the words)

Quazil will heed the imp’s warning; he’s in hell, after all. And when it comes down to it, he has several fools who will read it for him.
AJ B. (GM): “Hope shines brighter then any star.”

Ambrose Betamax looks at Leah’s Prompting.
AJ B. (GM): Behind the cross is a door a simple wooden one with oddly enough a silver door handle. a welcome mat sits before it. The only strange thing is that its just a door, theres no wall or frame and if you poke your head around it theres nothing on the other side of it.

Quazil finds himself face to face with his greatest enemy: A door that is likely too small for him.
Bharat: (HA!)
AJ B. (GM): The door is in fact human sized.

Ambrose Betamax see’s the text as an irony. Until this adventure, he hadn’t really understood what hell was, his tribe had not had a concept for it. The text, to him, is just another tool to make it hurt more.
AJ B. (GM): The Imp shrugs and points to the door, that is the next step on our journey if you insist on reaching the Chapel.
Bharat: “We don’t fit through the door.”
AJ B. (GM): “considering it doesn’t have a frame around it I’d like to know what you’re going to get caught on.”
Bharat: “… Magic.” Bharat scowls and opens the door.

Quazil whispered under his breath once more, words spoken in what may well be his native tongue; a moment or two spent before he’d follow behind the lizard. He took his guard duty quite seriously, after all, and he was the shock troop.
AJ B. (GM): As you open the door…
nothing, all you see is the other side of the path, the door just appears to have been swung open and served no purpose.
(To GM): as needed, AOI up.
AJ B. (GM): The Imp nods. “Well everyone in who’s going in.”
Bharat: “… I don’t trust it.” That being said, he sticks an arm through and assuming nothing terrible happens he walks into it
AJ B. (GM): (nothing terrible happens though the others do see Bharat vanish, and I’ll hold off on the description until the others decide if they will follow)
Leah tugs at Ambrose’s arm. “Come on, we don’t want to lose him.”

Quazil would have followed, if not gone first, quite ready to commit some very violent acts on the other side of the door if the situation called for it, though his spidey sense wasn’t exactly tingling.

Ambrose Betamax goes with leah.

Quazil is still, of course, dragging a dead demon along for the ride.
AJ B. (GM): As you enter you find yourselves in a very large room with a fireplace burning and chairs sized for all nearby. Across the room is a grandfatherly looking man shuffling a deck of cards. He smiles warmly and greets you “Welcome to all of you, please have a seat.” behind him are three doors, each marked with that same bizzarre writing. the left says In War, the middle says At Home, and the right says just “Inside”

Quazil was, oddly, at ease with the situation. A nod was given to the man before he’d take a seat, letting the body he was tasked with dragging fall beside him. “Good day to you, Friend.” Eyes would roam over cards and the man himself.
(To GM): nfc what my ISP is at; notepad indicates 65 base though. See aura, woo!
Bharat: Bharat would keep the imp out of sight and stay standing. Tails rarely made using chairs easy.
AJ B. (GM): Leah shrugs and takes a seat in a chair rightly sized for her and just relaxes into it.

Quazil might turn his head a bit, to look over at his companions. At least, that’s what the gesture indicated.

Ambrose Betamax sits as near as Leah as he can
AJ B. (GM): The man smiles “It is a pleasure to see all of you here. It is so rare anyone tries anymore.” He then looks each of you over in turn and mutters one or two words Bharat “Too late” Quazil “Unworthy” Leah “Undecided” Ambrose “Perfect.”

Quazil couldn’t help but crack that smile at ‘unworthy’, a nod given at the assessment. “The light shines brightest against the darkness, Friend.” His tone was oddly warm, genuine. Almost akin to the same tone he’d used back at the bar with Al.
Bharat: “Too late?”

Bharat mutters slightly
AJ B. (GM): He gives a slight nod to Quazil then turns to Bharat “Those without a soul, I am forbidden from giving a key to any of these doors to.”
Bharat: “I… see.”
AJ B. (GM): He then looks over towards Ambrose. “You who would bear the torment of this awful place, not for money, not to retrieve what is yours, nor for personal gain. You and you alone have earned the right to hear these words from me. Once you know them you may do with them what you please.” He then speaks but the words are inaudible and his lips unreadable.
Where the Light is brightest shall return you to your land
Where the Light is needed shall you be greeted by the damned"
Damn it stupid thing didn’t work right
(anyhow all but ambrose disregard the Where the Light messages lol)
Ambrose Betamax: (lol)

Bharat sighs. “Impediments everywhere. How are we supposed to get to the chapel now?”
AJ B. (GM): The man shrugs “Perhaps your friend will share the path with you. He has the keys, but figuring out what door they belong to is up to him. Until then is there anything I can get for any of you.”
The imp tries to speak and the man glares at him and hisses “Do not Speak in My presence”
Bharat: “A map perhaps?” Bharat asks sarcastically.
AJ B. (GM): The man shrugs “A map to and of where? Here? the universe? I lost my map to life itself.”
Bharat: "An excellent question. I’ll get back to you when I figure it out myself. "

Quazil nodded at the offer, “If it would not be too much of an imposition, my friend is in need of aid beyond what I am able to provide her, beyond the basics of my limited herbs.” And he’d indicate with one massive hand the bandaged stump.
Bharat: “Oh. Right.”

Quazil may be downright evil, but he still must take care of those who hold the strings to the coin purse.
AJ B. (GM): The man goes and digs in a trunk on a nearby wall that you aren’t sure if it was always there and you hand’t noticed or if it only just appeared. After a little while he pulls out a set of bandages and some salve. “This will speed up the healing. It won’t regrow the hand but she also won’t bleed out.” He hands the items to Quazil.

Quazil accepted the offered items with a nod of thanks; he’d even almost bow a bit. “Your generosity is appreciated, Friend.” And with that, the massive man of stone would move with that odd grace of the earth on over to Leah, and set to work should she not protest too much. Why, he’d even offer a stick for her to chew, and the promise of another of those roots he’d given her however many hours ago travel was.
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d100 paramedic or holistic or what-not.
(
54
)
= 54
Bharat: “Ambrose, Leah. Stay here…” Bharat looks at the mystery man. “They’ll be safe here, won’t they?”
AJ B. (GM): He nods. “Though I am curious where you intend to go?” He points at the wall behind you which has no doors, the only exits being the three behind him.
Bharat: “… Nowhere apparently. I’m stuck?”
AJ B. (GM): “You’re free to pick a door, but without the keys I wouldn’t advise it. Those who seek the Chapel do so only for three reasons.”
Bharat: “I go to see Ibwa.”
AJ B. (GM): “Well, I wish you luck. If your friend desires to share the keys he may. I am bound by strict rules about who I may give them to though.”
Bharat: “Am I allowed to know why?”

Ambrose Betamax will share.
Ambrose Betamax: “he told me a thing.”
AJ B. (GM): “Why I’m bound by these rules, or something else? I can answer most questions.”
Where the Light Resides shall lead you to the end
Where the Light is brightest shall return you to your land
Where the Light is needed shall you be greeted by the damned
theres the full thing Ambrose was told.
Bharat: “Why you have such strict rules and what the rules are.”
AJ B. (GM): “Because they were neccessary to maintain balance and order. Unfortunately there are too many to name. The relevant ones right now are that I can answer any question that doesn’t relate to which door is which. I may only give the keys your friend shared to someone who comes here with a pure motive and a soul worthy of guidance.”
Ambrose Betamax: (aaaw I’m pure!)
AJ B. (GM): (indeed lol)

Quazil would, eventually, once comfortable that Leah’s wrist was bandaged properly, another of those small roots he kept tucked away in his rucksack offered before everything was resecured.. Well, less a full box of the trio of cigar boxes he carried. “In thanks, for what you have offered.” And the box would be set upon the man’s desk.
Bharat: (Clearly)
“Ah. Clearly not me.”
AJ B. (GM): The man smiles “Much thanks to you friend. I do hope you find the path one day.” The man shrugs “Perhaps if you had your soul you would have fit the bill. Shells are a bit harder to judge.”
Bharat: “Ha! You’re a funny man to even consider such.”
“I know which doors do what Ambrose.”

Quazil offered that split cavern across his face that was a smile to the man, “Without the Darkness, and those willing to walk the path of the damned, how would one be able to judge those who walk in the Light? I’ve chosen my path, Friend. Perhaps some day I might seek to walk in the light, but until then… Who else would be able to protect the weak who can afford it?”
AJ B. (GM): The man shrugs “The weak of all classes need protection and there are others who claim the title of knight who strive to live up to the myth rather then the reality.” He seems sad as he says this.

Quazil simply offered a knowing, understanding nod before looking at the lizard, “Pray, friend, enlighten us?”
Bharat: “We need to take the middle door.” Bharat says, moving around the man to the door. “Ambrose, Leah, you first.”

Ambrose Betamax is still pretty numb, but proud of himself for a guy in hell telling him he was pure as all hell

Quazil lifted one brow, though he stood slowly from where he’d taken his seat. And.. being pure as all hell isn’t exactly a compliment.. “May your time in solitude treat you well, Friend. Accept the thanks of both the light, as well as the darkness.” And he would walk over to the doors, behind Ambrose and Leah.
AJ B. (GM): :Leah looks at Ambrose and nods. “You ready to get Melo back?”
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 80 demon and monster lore, just for the sake of curiosity.
(
86
)
= 0 Successes

Ambrose Betamax shakes a bit. “yeah..”
(To GM): Nope! Not a friggen clue.

Bharat pulls open the door.
(From AJ B. (GM)): Leah mouths over her shoulder to you “Take Care of Bharat, double pay if he comes back alive.”
AJ B. (GM): Leah holds Ambrose’s hand and steps through the door hopefully with him.

Ambrose Betamax follows, very shakily.

Bharat stops Leah before shr goes through the door.
AJ B. (GM): Leah half pushes Ambrose through even as she is being stopped. “Yes?”

Quazil would nod, once, without a word.
Bharat: “Go to Dark of Moon bar, ask for Ivanikov. Tell him Bharat sends greetings from Moscow Underground.” With that, Bharat pushes both Leah and Ambrose through the door and closes it behind them.

Ambrose Betamax “waaaaaah” s
AJ B. (GM): Leah nods and Ambrose and Leah find themselves back up in the normal world and not anywhere near hell.

Ambrose Betamax is no longer in hell yaaaay
Ambrose Betamax: (also thank you)
AJ B. (GM): Quazil and Bharat remain in hell with the man for the moment. “Well friend, that was kind of you. Very few would send any help out of danger without going themselves.”
Bharat: “Kind? I didn’t want them in my way.”
“There is danger everywhere… But they are safer there than here.”

Quazil noded in agreement, but not condemnation. “They were as much of a risk to themselves as to either of us. This is no place for the innocent; I’ve seen what darkness of this sort can bring upon the light. He wants to save a friend; why risk himself when he’s named himself a champion?”
AJ B. (GM): The man smirks “Of course. I wish you both the best of luck in your endeavor and I do believe I have one thing that might help you. You asked about a map.”
Bharat: “… You have no concepts of…” Bharat just shakes his head.
AJ B. (GM): He goes over to a wall where there is now a picture frame holding a map that you’re pretty damn certain wasn’t hanging there before. He takes a map out of it. “It’s a map of the blood falls, an accurate one.” He hands the rolled up cloth to Bharat and gives a wink.

Quazil hopefully gave Leah back her hand.
Bharat: “… I assume that’s where we’re going?”
AJ B. (GM): “Can’t tell you where the doors lead sadly. But I know that’s one of the places you considered going and depending on your strength of arm may still have to go.”
Bharat: “… You are a strange and knowledgeable man. Thank you.” Bharat opens the door for Quazil.

Quazil took narey a moment to offer a few words, “Thank you again for your kindness.” A few more muttered words within what could be his native tongue, and then the stone behemoth again marched through the door that was held open for him, ever at the ready.
(To GM): AoI up again, woo!
AJ B. (GM): The man chuckles, “Indeed I am. and you are both very welcome.”

Quazil would have in one hand, a dead demon, o’corse. The other held something.
Bharat: (Slams the door shut and laughs evilly! IT WAS THE DOOR THAT LEAD TO DEATH! MWEAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA)

Quazil is death incarnate. He’d enjoy himself until he sucumbbed.

Bharat follows Quazil through the door and closes it behind him
Bharat: (You just stop existing, from what I’d guess. :P)
Quazil: (Heee!)
AJ B. (GM): (he’s correct a souls death is flat out end of existance.)
(and that’s what the third door held)
(Alright that’s a good stopping point for the night though.)
Zea: Lots of fun tonight.
Thank you again for running the game.
AJ B. (GM): Indeed was lots of fun, appreciate you guys playing.
Zea: For tracking’s sake… Today is Thursday, September 3rd, 2015. EXP is about to be given at some point in the next few lines.
Ambrose Betamax:
AJ B. (GM): 800 exp each tonight.
Matt S.: Indeed! Only one of your magnitude could be quite so enthralling.
Ambrose Betamax: Thanks for saving Ambrose from having to be in hell lol
AJ B. (GM): anyhow don’t forget next tuesday we start the new schedule and with luck we may have 2 new players joining.
Matt S.: Surprised he or leah weren’t a little more offended. :P
AJ B. (GM): Leah already knew.
Zea: Game should be at 3:30 pacific-ish
Matt S.: How did she?
Zea: She figured the puzzle out.
Matt S.: Well, I mena, other than the massive clue I gave here
Oh! Well then
AJ B. (GM): lol She wasn’t gonna say anything and frankly if you didn’t do it she wouldve knocked him out and dragged him through. this was much more efficient. and missing a hand she recognizes she’s much more of a liability
it’s very hard to aim a rifle one handed.

Melo can do it!
Zea: Shut up Melo, you’re in a coma.

Melo awws..
AJ B. (GM): I think this many characters may have broken Flynt
Zea: You never saw me 3 boxing in EQ.
Two iksars and a human wizard.
I’d alt tab back and forth between the lizards.
And hold conversations with myself.
And then randomly tab over to the wizard and shout ‘THERE ARE LIZARDS IN MY BRAINS!"
Matt S.: That sounds terribly entertaining
Zea: And the occasional ’Help me’ from the wizard.
Wizbot was great.
AJ B. (GM): alright so for next week I may end up running a split party deal or seperating it into two boxes or something, I don’t know for sure atm.
Zea: Understandable.
Ambrose Betamax: I don’t mind sitting out during that one if that helps
AJ B. (GM): ehh we’ll hopefully have both aug and nef getting in
and it will be easier to have you here if they are. if it’s just Quaz and Bharat I’ll just run the hell section and if you want you can just avoid it altogether.
but it will be easier to intro new characters if theres someone for them to interact with and I don’t have to bring them in in hell.
Zea: Yeah
Matt S.: I kind of figured that’s how we’d do it. :P
Really was a fun game!
Zea: Yep. Lots of fun tonight.
AJ B. (GM): glad to hear it, hopefully next week is just as good.
Ambrose Betamax: ^^
I’ll be able to do more :3
AJ B. (GM): indeed
Augmented < .: hoteamhoatmha
hoteamhoatmha
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 3d6
(
6
+
6
+
5
)
= 17
Augmented < .: 1d512
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 3d6
(
5
+
3
+
1
)
= 9
rolling 1d6
(
4
)
= 4
rolling 3d6
(
4
+
1
+
2
)
= 7
rolling 1d6
(
3
)
= 3
Augmented < .: help
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 3d6
(
3
+
1
+
2
)
= 6
rolling 1d6
(
6
)
= 6
rolling 3d6
(
2
+
2
+
1
)
= 5
rolling 1d6
(
5
)
= 5
rolling 3d6
(
6
+
5
+
2
)
= 13
rolling 3d6
(
5
+
5
+
2
)
= 12
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 3d6
(
2
+
3
+
6
)
= 11
rolling 6d6
(
4
+
4
+
1
+
1
+
2
+
4
)
= 16
rolling 8d6
(
6
+
2
+
2
+
3
+
5
+
5
+
2
+
1
)
= 26
rolling 5d6
(
2
+
1
+
5
+
3
+
2
)
= 13
Augmented < .: ;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;;
Ambrose Betamax: rolling 6d6
(
6
+
6
+
6
+
6
+
3
+
4
)
= 31
Augmented < .: ……………….
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Augmented < .: …………………….
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AJ B. (GM): “/3d6”
rolling 3d6
(
2
+
6
+
1
)
= 9
rolling 1d6
(
6
)
= 6
rolling 3d6r1
(
6
+
4
+
1
+
1
+
1
+
1
+
6
)
= 16
Augmented < .: 5d6r1
rolling 5d6r1
(
3
+
5
+
1
+
3
+
4
+
2
)
= 17
rolling 5d6r2
(
6
+
3
+
4
+
3
+
6
)
= 22
rolling 5d6r3
(
3
+
6
+
5
+
1
+
5
+
3
+
5
)
= 22
rolling 5d6r5
(
5
+
4
+
5
+
4
+
5
+
4
+
2
+
3
)
= 17
AJ B. (GM): rolling 3d6r1
(
6
+
1
+
2
+
6
)
= 14
rolling 3d6r1
(
4
+
3
+
6
)
= 13
rolling 3d6+6r1
(
5
+
5
+
4
)6
= 20
rolling 3d6r1
(
2
+
6
+
6
)
= 14
rolling 2d6r1
(
4
+
2
)
= 6
rolling 6d6
25r1
(
6
+
6
+
2
+
6
+
3
+
6
)25
= 54
AJ B. (GM): rolling 4d6
14
(
4
+
5
+
5
+
5
)14
= 33
rolling 3d6
(
1
+
4
+
4
)
= 9
rolling 1d6
(
3
)
= 3
rolling 2d6
(
3
+
3
)
= 6
Augmented < .: whats with the dick on the board
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
20
+
11
)
1
= 32
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
17
)1
= 18
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
18
)
1
= 19
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
11
)1
= 12
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
5
)
1
= 6
Augmented < .: rolling 1d20! + 1
(
1
)1
= 2
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
10
)
1
= 11
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
19
)1
= 20
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
8
)
1
= 9
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
13
)1
= 14
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
7
)
1
= 8
Augmented < .: rolling 1d20! + 1
(
14
)1
= 15
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
20
+
19
)
1
= 40
rolling 1d20! + 1
(
8
)+1
= 9
AJ B. (GM): rolling 1d6
(
2
)
= 2
rolling 1d8
(
3
)
= 3
rolling 4d4
(
2
+
2
+
1
+
2
)
= 7
rolling 1d6
(
1
)
= 1
.roll 1d6
rolling 1d6
(
6
)
= 6
AJ B. (GM): rolling 1d4
(
4
)
= 4
rolling 1d4
(
4
)
= 4
rolling 1d4
(
4
)
= 4
rolling 1d4
(
3
)
= 3
rolling 1d4
(
1
)
= 1
rolling 1d100
(
59
)
= 59
AJ B. (GM): rolling 1d100
(
81
)
= 81
rolling 1d100
(
67
)
= 67
rolling 1d100
(
2
)
= 2
did jacior blink out again?
Zea: did on my end, yeah
And he’s back
AJ B. (GM): yay. alright quick recap time.
Our heroes having made their way into hell met and are holding hostage an imp as a guide, killed a begging demon on the roadways made it to the doors they were looking for, sent Ambrose and Leah home and have headed deeper into hell.
(I miss anything vital?)

Melo is still in a coma.
Bharat: (Nope, seems like it to me)
AJ B. (GM): Alright as you each step through the door you are greeted by a new area of hell. This lies before you and many lost souls wander here but instead of the collars and the hopelessness you saw before many of these wear various torturous devices.

Quazil didn’t at all seem to mind, or pay the lost souls any attention lest they get in his way. “I trust the map the old man gave us will be of some use?” Walk and talk, easily putting distance between himself and the door.

Bharat looked at the various souls walking around. Lovely. “Not for where we’re going first.”

Quazil simply grunts in reply. “Good enough.” And he’d march on otherwise in silence, letting his mind drift just a bit, rather calmly closing the distance between the next goal. He’d let his eyes roam over the lost souls (A number he’s likely sent here himself). Perhaps, after a while, he’d simply break into a quiet song.
AJ B. (GM): As you approach the building you can hear a single echoing voice coming from it. “Children of God, rejoice in your pain, rejoice in your suffering. These punishments are just and warranted and when God knows you accept your penance and understand it’s meaning he shall release you from it so you may join the heavenly host and be at peace.”

Quazil would only give pause if Bharat might; he knew in time he’d likely end up here, in this world of suffering, but that was a price he paid for his hedonism. There would be little to reform him here. Perhaps even to break the patterns of the echoing voice, he’d let spill forth a song in his native tongue, to mayhaps take the soulless one’s mind off of things.

Matt S. sighs. That was irritating. Even half an emotion it was still irritating. “I would bet that’s just for added effect. I’ve never heard of that before.”
Matt S.: (BAH THAT’S BHARAT)

Quazil chuckled just a bit. “We simply return to the earth upon our demise, if you listen to what our elders say.”

Bharat shrugs. “I don’t know my own peoples beliefs. I think we’re just dinner.”
Quazil: “Waste not, Want not, eh?”
AJ B. (GM): As you enter into the church you see there are no pews and there is just people sitting in a circle around a demon standing in the center of a raised circle who continues their preaching of pain and suffering as the route to salvation.

Quazil is the hired muscle; he’ll let Bharat take the lead. After all, he knows why and where they were.
Bharat: “How long do you think this is gonna go on?”

Quazil humms? “Until they reach salvation, I’d presume. After all, all they’ve got is time down here.”
AJ B. (GM): After about 20 minutes the preaching stops and the preacher calls out “Now children of heaven sing in praise, let the lord hear your joy at his punishment. Sing with all the breath in your lungs.” What follows isn’t really singing so much as wails of pain and anguish that seem to have a slight rhythm to them.
Bharat: “Oh, now that’s annoying.”

Quazil flinched at the dissonance. “..Oh for fucks sake.” And his massive stone blade would be drawn as he approached, “You!” And he’d point at one of the mourners, “Straighten your back! IF you EVER expect to be heard, you musten compress your lungs!” And the flat of a blade would be used to try and tilt the poor sod’s hunched form up and backwards. “Inhale THEN you wail!” And to the next, “And you! You’re pitiful! There is no pain in your voice!”
Quazil: musent*
AJ B. (GM): As you force the mans back straight he wails much louder and you notice that there is something attached to his spine, and blood is now flowing down his back.
The man on the pedestal grins and yells to you “Wonderful, who are you newcomer? Ibwa welcomes you to the Chapel of Payne. Do you seek enlightenment or perhaps to become an acolyte of the church?”

Quazil ignored the demon for a moment, attention held with another of the mourning souls who had grown quiet.. Though that was because their attention being drawn, a brief lesson in how to use one’s lungs and not scream one’s throat raw given; it lets one cry out longer, after all. True, it might lose a touch of the edge of blood in the throat and lungs, but it more than makes up for it with how long such a wail could be sustained. Once. Twice. It was the third effort before he’d give his approval, and turn to look to the demon. “I accompany the Lizard; he speaks for our reasons.” And then to the next soul who was sobbing rather than crying, moving to try and offer coaching to her ear, to time her cry in time with the peak of another beside her, to try and find that harmony.
Quazil: (Eh. Presence / reasons for our presence)
Bharat: “I’m here to discuss a business proposition.”

Quazil would only half listen to the lizard; he was more intent on getting those seeking enlightenment through pain to relieve his own pain, by wailing at least somewhat in harmony… Though he’d only work on it for as long as was warranted. Who was he to defy their hopes and beliefs?
AJ B. (GM): Ibwa looks at the lizard “All things are open and honest in the house of god. Any proposition you wish to make I am willing to hear.”
Bharat: “What’s the rule on speaking demon’s names? Is he going to know we’re talking about him?” Bharat asks, growing slowly, but increasingly aggravated at the wailing
AJ B. (GM): “Not unless he is listening though of whom do you speak?”
Bharat: “Naxaiel.”

Quazil took his leave of the singing lessons, making his way over to the lizard, and perhaps the demon.
AJ B. (GM): Ibwa smiles “Ahh Naxaiel, what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time. What would you like to know of him?” Ibwa moves back and sits down on the raised platform waving his hand offering you a place across from him.
Bharat: This… was not exactly the reaction Bharat was expecting. “I had heard you would be most welcoming of a chance to… remove him.”
AJ B. (GM): “Indeed. and might I ask who is digging into my affairs in such a manner as to have given you this information?”
Bharat: “You may. I will not give you the answer though. I know anyone below a soul stealer has a grudge against them. It is common knowledge even in the above worlds.”
AJ B. (GM): Ibwa smiles “Smart. and yes Naxaiel is a troublesome child. He makes a habit of inviting those he catches to chase him. He says it makes the hunt more enjoyable if there is no mouse. I am guessing you are on of his” he pauses as if searching for the right word then shrugs as he gives up “guests?”
Bharat: “I don’t know about that. But he has taken my soul and I aim to take it back. Along with another.” Bharat shrugs. “I wouldn’t call him taking them and vanishing an invitation. But who am I to know the intricacies of the matter.”
AJ B. (GM): Ibwa nods “Well I can tell you he visits here regularly. Many of the clergy often trade for the souls he brings. I believe he is actually due for a visit tomorrow in fact.”

Quazil lifted a brow at this, but otherwise said nothing.
Bharat: “Oh really? How prudent I make a deal with you then. I need strength.”
AJ B. (GM): “I can’t give that to you, but one of my acolytes perhaps can. Unfortunately the removal of Naxaiel is not payment enough. Though surely you already have strength as big and tough as you look.”
(Also does Bharat still have hold of an imp in his tail?)

Quazil might glance at the tail ornament with a bemused headshake.
Bharat: (Yes of course)
“Yes I am strong, but I need greater strength still. There are creatures smaller than I that could… soundly beat were they given to the inclination.”
“And if that’s not enough, perhaps I should see if Jilaiya would think it to be reasonable payment.”
AJ B. (GM): Ibwa laughs long and hard “You go do that, I wish you all kinds of luck with that plan.” he chuckles a bit more. “Are you sure you know where you are?”
Bharat: “The Chapel of Payne… Hell… Near the Paths of Phear… Talking to a demon who would benefit from something I’m planning on doing… Without actually having to do anything himself… Because he can’t.”
AJ B. (GM): “Almost correct. I could, but the price for me doing it is also too high. Would you like to hear a joke?”

Quazil pipes up, "Two guys run into a bar. First guy says to the second guy, “You didn’t see it either?”" Dad jokes. He’s nearly 400 years old. He can get away with telling those.
AJ B. (GM): Ibwa laughs heartily. “That’s a good one, you should tell it to the totem pole if you happen to get down there.”

Quazil simply cracked that ugly crag of a smile of his at the reply to his joke before turning, sword in hand and quickly pointed at someone who fell quiet, “You’ll not find salvation that way!”
Bharat: “Sure. Why not?” Bharat didn’t even muster a chuckle at Quazil’s joke.
AJ B. (GM): “How did the lizard get trapped in a hole?”
Bharat: “By jumping without looking?”
AJ B. (GM): Ibwa smiles “Beat me to the punch.”
Bharat: “I’m not half the idiot he looks.” Bharat says, gesturing his head at Quazil. “But thank you for confirming my suspicions. I can still get to the markets from here, yes?”

Quazil snorts good naturedly at the jab.
Bharat: (Hey, rocks don’t inherently look smart!)

Quazil is a rather fugly rock at that.
AJ B. (GM): "Most certainly. This is only the second layer after all. If you wish to go deeper you’ll find many routes for going down.|
Bharat: “So the market is lower then? Good to know.”
AJ B. (GM): “Of course I have no way of knowing where Naxaiel will go after he visits here. Are you sure you don’t want to speak with my acolyte I’m sure he has something he needs. and I am not ungrateful myself. Naxaiel’s demise would benefit me and although I can’t grant you the strength you desire perhaps there is some other price you would accept?”
Bharat: “Perhaps… What is it that you CAN offer?”
AJ B. (GM): “Advice, knowledge, a longer life span, a silver tongue, beauty, youth eternal, weapons unique to my world.”
Bharat: “My claws are enough silver to make up for my tongue, beauty holds no value to me. But could you …give me the ability to move between the layers? That would be a most useful talent. If not, than tell me of these weapons.”
Quazil: “Be careful of the deals you make, Lizard. Remember where you are.” Was that concern for the lizard in his tone?
AJ B. (GM): “hmm, I could give you that, but I do not know if you would appreciate what is required for that to happen. You are retrieving your soul, would you sacrifice it over time for the power you desire?”
Bharat: “What point in retrieving it to lose it again?” Bharat says dismissively. “No, I will speak to your acolyte and then I will visit the falls. Assuming they are on this level even.”
AJ B. (GM): “They are not. The falls are second only to the level of the throne.” He then yells back “Carnictho come there is someone wishing to trade with you.”
A brute of a demon with damned souls riding upon his shoulders walks out standing barely below Bharats height. He looks from lizard to rock man. “Which of you wishes to trade?”

Quazil nods, once, at the lizard, othewise remaining impassive, save when someone ‘sings’ off key.
AJ B. (GM): The brute turns to Bharat “and what can Carnictho strongest of acolytes, and crusher of unrepentant souls do for you scaled one?”
Bharat: “I need strength.”
AJ B. (GM): “Strength of what form? That of the metal men who walk the earth? Strength of Dragons? Strength of Will?”
Bharat: “Dragons!” Bharat says with a toothy grin. “I already match that of robots.”
AJ B. (GM): “I can grant you that but only in one way. He snaps his fingers and a minor demon short and squat but also muscular appears next to him. I can grant you his strength.” The smaller demon trembles at those words. “I do believe you will find My cost and the price of your newfound strength quite reasonable.”

Quazil watched, contemplative.
Bharat: “And you guarantee the demon is stronger than I already?” Bharat didn’t truly understand what he meant by giving him the demon’s strength.
AJ B. (GM): “Perhaps an explanation is in order. I would not want you buying something you did not want after all.”
“So here is what I offer, I will place this demon within your being, there he will live granting you his strength and should he choose others of his powers as well but his strength he may never lock away from you. The drawback of such a union is that he must feed. He will nibble and gnaw at your soul. As it lessens you will begin to hear him in your mind eventually when you have no soul left his voice will become indistinguishable from your own thoughts. Humans commonly have 5 to 7 years of this. Other species it varies but I suspect you could manage at least ten perhaps even twenty with a strong enough will.”
Bharat: “And is there no other payment I could provide for this?”
AJ B. (GM): The demon thinks “well he could feed off the negative energy of those killed with your bare hands. the younger the victim the more time it buys from him feeding on your soul.”
Bharat: “I could work with that.” Bharat says easily. “But what payment would you require?”

Quazil held no judgment over the lizard’s choice. He’s slaughtered children, after all.
AJ B. (GM): “Something relatively simple. Theres a man on earth who calls himself Poseidon. He owes me a debt and I’d like you to collect his life for me.”
Bharat: “You’re sure he’s a man? That’s the name of a god in mythology.”

Quazil chuckled just a bit at the price tag. “That.. Explains much.”
AJ B. (GM): “He is a man, a high profile official in Melbourne largely thanks to my meddling. He hasn’t made good on his tab and with interest it comes to an awful lot.”
(To GM): I presume Both of them would know who he is, as a civic leader, yeah?
(From AJ B. (GM)): yeah probably
Bharat: “I understand. It’s not the first time I’ve had to collect on others debts.”

Quazil speaks, “He’s one of the City Admins, Lizard.”
Bharat: “Oh? Oh. Really now.” Bharat says, his grin not fading. “That makes the job that much more enticing.”
AJ B. (GM): “Let me be clear on this point however you will not have an indefinite supply of time. I expect him dead within two months of your departure from hell. Should you fail he” points to the little demon “will promptly kill you in the most painful manner he can devise.”
Bharat: “Of course. I understand about collecting debts. The sooner the better. It’s not the first time I’ve done this, like I said.”
AJ B. (GM): “Are we agreed on the terms then?” He offers his hand.

Quazil really, has no room to talk. He’s made his own exchanges for power, after all.
Bharat: “I have no soul to feed the demon for the moment. And I would not start until I had something besides that for it to eat anyway.”
AJ B. (GM): “He won’t need to feed until you leave hell. Our world sustains us on its own. but being on earth requires something to sustain us, in most cases we simply feed on the magic that is so abundant but possessions of this nature require more then the ambient magic of earth can supply.”
Bharat: “Then it’s a deal.”
“Depending on how often I have to kill, that is.”
AJ B. (GM): “The younger the better. for instance an infant will buy you 6 months. a child 3 months, a teenager one month, an average adult 2 weeks. The elderly will only buy you a day or two, and keep in mind they must be killed by your hands or claws. shooting someone will not feed him.”
Bharat: “I’d have to become a serial killer.”
Quazil: “Or a murder hobo.”

Quazil adds, “But isn’t that normal in our line of work?”
Bharat: “It’s about time for me to move on from Melbourne for a while anyway.”
AJ B. (GM): The demon shrugs “Unfortunately these are the best prices you will find down here. Strength comes at a cost.”
Bharat: “Do they have to be sapient? Or merely sentient?”

Quazil breaks, finally. “Remember what brought you down here, Lizard. Are you willing to afflict others with such a fate, or perhaps a worse one, for your own power?” It’s.. bad when you’ve got a Death Knight as your moral compass, right?
AJ B. (GM): “So long as they are alive and can feel pain it will be satisfactory.”
Bharat: With that, Bharat looks at Quazil. “I’m not heartless. A lizard needs to eat too.” He extends his hand tot he demon but hesitates for another moment. “I assume I’ll end up in hell when I die, hmm?”
AJ B. (GM): The demon shakes his head “Now how would that be fair? you’re paying my price for my service and supplying him with what he needs. You’ll be judged as all are at the end of your life. Now making a deal with me is certainly a black mark on the record I’m not going to pretend to be an upstanding citizen or anything. But how much of a black mark, that’s for the higher ups to decide.”
Bharat: “Ah. A fair point. But I didn’t think demons cared to be fair in their dealings?”

Quazil laughs, “Demons are amazingly fair, as long as your contract is in writing and reviewed, in triplicate, by a lawyer.”
AJ B. (GM): He shrugs “Whether a deal is fair or not is more for those involved to decide and often times people don’t consider the future cost against the benefits of the now.” he waves at the souls in the church “some of them sold their souls for earthly wealth and will tell you the deal was by no stretch fair.”

Quazil has been paid quite handsomely for chaos and destruction sewn at the behest of Demons and Devvils. Or is it Deevils? Blasted spelling.
Bharat: “It’s a deal then.”
AJ B. (GM): The demon shakes hands and as he does picks up the smaller demon and slams it into Bharats chest, the demon fusing into him. There is a slight change in his appearance although its hard to place he looks just a hint more sinister. however you also feel a massive surge in your strength (has flatly changed to supernatural)
Bharat: “Well… That’s quite a feeling.” Bharat says, looking at his hands. “Now, two months to complete my half of the deal.”
AJ B. (GM): “Two months once you leave hell. I’m not unreasonable and time is hard to tell down here after all.”
Bharat: “Ah. I thank you for that. There’s no real telling how long we’ll be here after all.”

Quazil offered a bit of a smile, “Welcome to the ranks of the damned, Brother.”
AJ B. (GM): “No worries, I wish you luck. Oh and should you ever want to ‘speak’ to him. Simply think the name ‘Zantar’ and he should respond.”
Bharat: “Well that’s weird. But ok.”
AJ B. (GM): “Well he has other abilities being a demon and all but he might not be inclined to share without some nudging.”
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 80 Still might be +/- 2% on that number, but demons and monster lore to have at least an idea of just what kind of demon the lizard was joined with.
(
98
)
= 0 Successes
(To GM): Nope. No effing clue.
AJ B. (GM): (alright guys, I’m kinda burning out, so you ok with calling it here?)
Quazil: (Yeah. Thanks again for running it tonight.)
AJ B. (GM): no problem, happy to do it. has been a fun night.
Zea: For record keeping’s sake: Today is Tuesday, September 8th, 2015. EXP is about to be given, or at least in general noted that there was no EXP this session and this just gives us an easy Ctrl F point for the end of the session.
AJ B. (GM): 300 xp for Quazil, 600 for Bharat.
Matt S.: Woo! What happened to Ambrose and the new guy?
AJ B. (GM): seperate box
Matt S.: OH! Ok. That makes sense!
AJ B. (GM): they’ll be in when we move out of the hell section.
alright so recap time.
last we left off Quazil and Bharat were in the Chapel of Payne, having learned their enemy would be visiting in a couple days, Bharat had made a trade for power to be paid off at a future date of killing a high power politician in Melbourne.
(I miss anything vital?)

Quazil gave singing lessons!
Matt S.: (We discovered that it wasn’t really possible to travel up and down as easy as we wanted)

Bharat still needs to make a deal with the other demon for killing the soul stealer.
AJ B. (GM): The preacher demon looks at you. “So tell me Lizard what will you do next?”

Bharat shrugs. "I’m still trying to figure out what to bargain for with you. I really don’t know. "
AJ B. (GM): "hmm well you’ve already said you’re willing to do some debt collection, unfortunately most of mind are with the shamans of america
"
Bharat: “I’ll pass on that, the america’s don’t really want me back.” Bharat says with a lackluster grin. “But I meant for removing our mutual problem.”
AJ B. (GM): “Well what is it you are looking for in regards to that?”
Bharat: “Oh! Hmm… Perhaps you could help with our little transportation issues?”
AJ B. (GM): “Well yes, if you can guarantee he’ll be dead soon, and swear that you won’t tell anyone the real reason Why you are allowed to travel freely.”
Bharat: “You said he’s coming tomorrow yes?”
AJ B. (GM): “Indeed.”
Bharat: "That’s fine then. I can set up an ambush whereever you’re going to meet him. It’ll be that simple… Assuming you have a rug or some such thing.

Quazil might stop with his singing ‘lessons’ of some of the wailing to approach, and simply listen. Plans were being discussed, after all.
AJ B. (GM): He nods “I can manage that for you. We usually meet in one of the back rooms, sit down discuss the goings on of the layers, progress of the war, that sort of thing.”
Bharat: “War?”
AJ B. (GM): “Ahh the minion war, its a tale as old as time. and just as long.”
Bharat: “What in hell is a minion war?”
AJ B. (GM): “The war between the demons and the deevils. It’s been going on since the beggining of time and one day we will destroy them.”
Bharat: “Odd name to call it. But I suppose that’s to be expected..”
AJ B. (GM): “Well we are all minions of the lord of hades in one respect or another after all.”
Bharat: “That… explains rather little I suppose. But that’s enough of that. I need to visit the markets.”
AJ B. (GM): “Follow the river outside until you see the crucified man chanting. Take a left there and there will be a pit of the deepest black. Jump into it and you will be at the center of the market.”
Bharat: “And how do I get back? Or to the falls even… I need to go there as well.”
AJ B. (GM): He reaches into the air in front of him and pulls out a small box with a dial on it marked 1 to 13. “Use this, 1 will return you to the pathways, 2 will bring you here, 11 will take you to the falls. and now that I think about it you could also use it to get to the markets below. Though you will be placed on the edge of them rather then the center.”
Bharat: “Interesting. And quite simple. Thank you.” Bharat takes the box, slightly trepedatious about its size and places it in a secure place in his armor. “To the hole then. Coming, Rock?”

Quazil nods, once. “My services have been paid for. Lead where you wish.”
AJ B. (GM): As you walk you see more tortured souls eventually coming to a circle of people sitting around a man who is not only crucified but looks to be starving as well. you can vaguely hear him chanting “I am the fire that cleanses, I am the sword that protects, I am the servant who succeeds.”
After heading off away from him you eventually come to the pit described. you can’t see down through it in any spectrum.
Bharat: “Well, that’s entirely disorienting. My eye can see nothing. Neither of them.”

Quazil paid the man little mind, though he simply let his mind roll his comments about in them; something perhaps to meditate upon as time allowed. The pit itself would be looked into, followed by a shrug. “You trust him?”
Bharat: “Why would he lie? He has just as much to gain by telling me the truth as to lose by not.”

Quazil gave a shrug, and with that, he’d take a leap of faith.

Bharat watches the rock monster leap. “If he’d waited a second, I’ d have suggested we use the box to see if it acutally worked first.” Sighing, he jumps after, hoping that demons could actually be trusted
AJ B. (GM): As you both fall a few very strange things happen. All of your limbs lock in place and you find yourselves completely paralyzed, at the same time you feel hands grasping and clawing at you. Finally and most disconcertingly you find your minds racing through memories, but not quite your own. Everything you ever killed that could think, you end up going through the memory from their perspective, seeing yourself hunting, threatening, killing. feeling the damage you inflicted on your own body.
Bharat: (God, Quazil must be having a terrible time)

Quazil very likely would not exactly enjoy this process, though perspective is always a good thing. Perhaps, that twisted soul that he is, might even look for those glimmers of hope within each experience… Not as an escape, however. No, perhaps more as a tool to find out better ways to quash a rebellion before it starts, or to end a battle faster. And perhaps, even more so, to try and find those who had family that would seek revenge… Knowing your enemies in advance is NEVER a bad thing.

Bharat would find a much lesser experience than Quazil, but an uncomfortable one none the less. Teeth and claws, more than one brutal shot to the head or chest, being crushed and even, assuming the vampires counted, being incinerated.
AJ B. (GM): As you fall farther the memories seem to only progress to the worst transgression, however when it hits the last one rather then finishing the memory with a death it ends with something very different, a vision of what family, tribe, friends, anyone who has ever cared for you would think if they were to be exposed to the memories you just saw.

Quazil would, perhaps, be met with the disapproval of his kin, though he was already an outcast of his race, something he’d known for most of his life time. As for those who care for him? Those of his House? Oh what praise he would receive. He and his kind? They are NOT nice people.
Bharat: ( I dunno how to do this one cause most of the “people” that could count as caring for bharat either already know, wouldn’t care, or would frankly be impressed)
AJ B. (GM): (then that’s what it would show)

Quazil just as much knew he would eventually meet with a fate akin to those who he’s slain. Knowing that it could always be worse makes things bright.

Bharat wouldn’t be bothered by this very much. Ivanikov, what he knew of his tribe, they wouldn’t care. It was the two others that would make him perhaps feel, even through his lack of soul.
AJ B. (GM): With that you both find yourselves on your feet in the center of a loud area noise constant and mingling, occassionally you can pick out bits and pieces “Fresh souls, get em before they burn.” “Powers, I’ve got em and you want em.” “Slaves of the finest quality, pulled from the paths and lacking damage.” However the most noticable things are the two demons standing directly in front of you and studying each of you in turn. The first it is hard to tell what he might actually look like as he is decked out in full nights armor, with manay spiked and jutting pieces, deep black with pulsing veins of red running through it and standing at exactly Quazil’s height his hand offered out to him. The second standing before Bharat is reptilian, his eyes blood red but still obviously those of a lizard. His scales of a sea green color, and his teeth like small needles a bright smile on his face. In unison they greet you “Welcome brothers it is our pleasure to meet you.”
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 1d100< 77 Demon and Monster Lore, and that standard distrust of where he is
(
80
)
= 0 Successes
Bharat: “And you are to be… some sort of demonic counterparts to ourselves?” Bharat said, a little unnerved.
AJ B. (GM): The lizard man chuckles though it sounds more like rapid hissing. “Oh no no no, nothing quite so odd. We are those chosen to greet you as we are meant to be the most comforting for you and help you adjust as well as to hopefully ensure your loyalty to the cause.”

Quazil would land in a state of battle rage, when it came right down to it. Even if he could try and internalize himself and try and focus on his own mistakes, it wouldn’t change the fact that he was in combat in his mind, and losing. The primordial parts of him that bring about that lust for battle, that desire to strike back would find themselves hard pressed not to strike out at the first being he saw upon landing. He might even go so far as to land with that bellowing roar of a something fitting of such a place, a blade striking out without aim, only to cleave itself into the earth itself before he’d calm enough and regain his composure. Still, that fire would be pulsing from the holes in his face that made up his eyes. That distrust just as quickly spiked itself high at the greeting; The massive stone blade he held drawn back from beside the armored knight. “..I do not recognize you, Friend.” There was no apology in his words, that armor seeming to melt away and vanish as his size returned to normal, a moment spent to gather his fallen robes.
Bharat: “Ensure our loyalty to what cause?”

Bharat would coil his tail around the imp more thoroughly, blocking it from view, hopefully.
AJ B. (GM): “Why to the minion war of course. Those who come through the pit with such an impressive resume deserve the chance to join our ranks rather then be part of these pitiful souls.” The lizard man waves towards the market and you can see new tortures, many who seem to have devices that force molten gold on or into them only to leak out through their pores, harden shed and disintegrate to ash at their feet. The knight nods “Of course not brother, we have never met but I saw your fall, and I know you would do well amongst our ranks.”
Bharat: “I came down here to find someone. Not fight in a war.”

Quazil would spend that moment to address his robe, properly securing it along that magnetic edge that let it split so readily when he hulked out. After all, the House only gave so many garments before you had to pay for your own. “A single contract at a time, Friend.” And he’d tilt his head to the non-native lizard, “And my employers would likely frown upon breaking it for my own glory.”
AJ B. (GM): The two demons look at each other confused “You are not amongst the damned who failed the judgement and were sent to us?” The lizard demon asks, tilting his head. The knight simply shakes his head and shrugs.
Bharat: “No. We jumped in on purpose. Like I said, I’m looking for someone.”

Quazil offers that broken crag of a grin at the other lizard, “And simply put, I’m the hired muscle.”
AJ B. (GM): They look towards each other and shrug “Well perhaps we will meet again, and you will be in a better place to join us.” with that they each turn and head off in different directions quickly becoming lost in the crowd.
Bharat: “… We shouldn’t have told them that.” Bharat mutters to himself. “Let’s hurry and get this over with.”

Quazil grunts in agreement, “Lead on. I’ve little desire to find the costs of my own desires in such a market as this.” And without a doubt, he had desires that could be found here.

Quazil just as likely would light up another of his dwindling supply of cigars. He might even use some poor soul currently being put through that golden infusion to do so; A strike anywhere match if he couldn’t get away with using the heat of molten gold to light the stogie up.

Bharat would approach the nearest vendor of sorts. “I’m looking for someone. Perhaps you could point me towards them?”
AJ B. (GM): The nearest vendor is one offering to sell, trade, and buy powers. He shakes his head at your question without stopping his yelling and points at a booth 3 down and on the opposite side of the road.

Bharat heads down to the third booth and asks again.

Quazil internally had that mental monolog running, debating between what was more comfortable and trustworthy: Here, or the markets of the Splugorth? Still, he would simply let his gaze wander and listen to those hawking their wares, listening for something that might truly pique his interest. A risky plan, but a plan none the less.
AJ B. (GM): The demon there is a spindly creature with 8 legs, 4 human faces his head spinning to different ones as he talks. His four arms are in constant motion, behind him is full of filing cabinets, in front of him are three computers. When you ask his head twists to a face that looks like it was made of wax and left in the sun too long. “Looking for someone you say.” he begins typing “I can find you a friend, a lover, a business partner, say you wouldn’t happen to be in the market for an enemy would you? I have some great deals.”
Bharat: “I’m looking for a demon.”

Quazil couldn’t hide a snort at that.
AJ B. (GM): “Alright, a demon then, hmm, only have a few who were willing to be put on the market, mostly as allies, though I do have a couple looking for lovers if that’s your jive.” his head twirls 180 degrees and exposes a horribly scarred face.
Bharat: “I’ve come to the wrong booth. I’m looking for a demon that frequents the markets when she’s not busy pulling on the ear of those above her station.” Bharat says, sighing. “Thanks anyway.”
AJ B. (GM): “Oh you want to find someone specific? Well why didn’t you say so. Give me a name and I’ll check my files.” His head turns again this time showing a face with a wide grin but no eyes.
Bharat: “Lilith.”
AJ B. (GM): "Ahh Lillith, Lillith, he types into his computers while two of his arms open filing cabinets. He eventually pulls out a folder and keeps it behind him while his computer simultaneously makes that awful dial up connecting sound. “Here she is, yes I know right where she is and where she is headed.”

Quazil might lift an eyebrow at the mention of the name, but otherwise he’d remain quiet, watching.
AJ B. (GM): (just to check Quazil is still dragging around a corpse right, he didn’t toss that at some point did he?)

Quazil does still have a dead body, yep. He’d been dragging it by the wings for the most part. It surely is a bit worse for wear.
AJ B. (GM): The strange 4 faced demon spins his head again exposing a face that is covered in crying clown makeup. “So what would you pay to know where she is?”
Bharat: “What would you ask as the cost?”
AJ B. (GM): “For just her location? Hmm.” His head spins a few times showing a face that looks horribly burnts, one that looks like a baby with its first teeth, and stops on one that perfectly matches Quazil’s. “I suppose for her current location I’d accept cash. For where she’s headed I’d need something more substantial. Perhaps the name of the leader of your partners tribe?”

Quazil had to laugh at the display. A warm, good natured laugh that seemed quite true and genuine, before it cut off, “Friend,” And his tone held none of the merth it had a moment before, “I suggest a new face, and price, is in order.” There was no threat in his words, but that wasn’t a friendly smile on his face. It was the kind of smile that came with the unspoken words of ‘Before I remove it from your body’.
AJ B. (GM): “Aww, does the rock take issue with my using his likeness. Is your eyesight so bad with age that you think your body looks like mine? Hmm well perhaps you’d like this better.” His head makes 4 full rotations at incredible speed. When it comes to a stop it is the simple face of a human.
(From AJ B. (GM)): the face of Ealdor Cedric Isen
AJ B. (GM): “Is this preferrable?”

Quazil had to let his smile remain, though he was visibly caught off guard for a moment before inspecting the face carefully.. And then back to the lizard he’d turn. “His records are out of date if that’s the best likeness he’s able to offer with his parlor tricks.” He didn’t say why, or how, mind. “I suggest we look elsewhere if that’s the best he can do.”
AJ B. (GM): “Oh now that hurts, strikes right to my black little heart. My records of earth may be a touch dated, but I assure you the ones on hell are Very current. and frankly my price is perfectly reasonable, what loyalty do you owe the stones who clearly cast you out?”
Quazil: “Little, but what loyalty is there is not for you to question.” And then he’d shrug, and turn to the lizard. Nope, he may be an outcast of his tribe, scorned by them all, but he also why some of his tribe have remained unmolested and free of the tyranny of a local kingdom that had been encroaching into their lands some hundred or two years ago. A local kingdom that no longer stands. They are still his people, and none save the House will be able to pry knowledge of them from him.
Bharat: “I cannot give you what I don’t know.” Bharat says to the demon.
AJ B. (GM): The demon shrugs and continues wearing the human face stroking his chin. “Perhaps you could tell me what you want with Lillith and I could knock my price lower knowing what I am selling her location for.”
Bharat: “Ah, I’m afraid that I cannot tell you. Suffice to say it’s a business proposition.”
AJ B. (GM): (quick question are either of you wearing the dog tags visibly?)

Quazil might not have them in full view; would take more effort to show them off, but a chain at least would be present.
Bharat: (Bharat would have tucked it under his armor)
AJ B. (GM): (kk) “Hmm odd to have a business proposition from the souls of the damned for one as high up as her. Might I ask who your taskmaster is?”
Bharat: “I’m afraid not. Look, you clearly can’t help me. I’ll go see if I can’t find her myself.” Bharat starts to walk off.

Quazil had no issue following the lizard, leaving the information merchant to his own devices.
AJ B. (GM): The demon shrugs and goes back to yelling his advertisements. “Good luck friends” he says with a snicker, spinning his head to that of a leering woman.

Quazil would still wander along, casually moving those who didn’t out of his way for them with a generally restrained hand. Still, he’d listen to those around. ‘And where to now?’ would echo in the lizard’s head, unheard by the throng of milling souls and devvils.
Quazil: (Or Demons. Depending)
Bharat: “We search.”

Quazil grunts his understanding verbally. ‘Who, and Why are my next questions’ again came that mental echo.
Bharat: “Lilith. For a reason.”`

Quazil grunts again. He’d been paid to kill things. Over all, this has been a rather easy task.
AJ B. (GM): The next demon yelling about selling information is a totem pole made up of scarred and beaten animal heads.

Quazil would only half listen; the lizard knew where, who, and why. This was need to know info, and apparently he didn’t need to know. Otherwise, he simply followed, and glowered at the tail ornament when it attempted to do something that might be questionable.
Bharat: This one spoke to bharat more than the face shifting demon. “I’m looking for Lilith. What’s the cost.”
AJ B. (GM): “First answer is free, anything else I need locations of useful people.”
Bharat: “Useful?”
AJ B. (GM): “People of importance, either very popular, or in positions of power, it’s hard to keep up on current events up there when only some get called to visit.”
Bharat: “Don’t think I know anyone like that.”
AJ B. (GM): “Well you may have just used your one free question but your compatriot hasn’t if he has one.”
Bharat: “I somehow guessed you would say that.”

Quazil chuckles softly. “A woman by the name of Lilith; the Lizard is able to provide you the specifics of the one we seek, should you need clarification on the exact Lilith.” And then a shrug. “Where, pray tell, would we be able to find this woman to be headed?”
AJ B. (GM): He nods and chuckles soft “She’s headed to the Eviseration Emporium take the next right and go 5 shops up on your left. That will get you there about 5 minutes before she arrives. Assuming you walk quickly and go now.”

Quazil nodded once, “Thank you, friend.” And with that, he’d check his pack, spending a precious moment to remove, and offer one of those cigars of his, individually sealed of course. True, he’d no need to pay, but still, it does one well to be polite. “Consider this a tip for your time.” And with that, he’d simply start to march along.

Bharat follows along.

Quazil would glance around at stalls, but mostly because it’s a good idea to have a good idea of just what is where; find those land marks and everything, upon the route.
AJ B. (GM): As you arrive at a large brick building with a pair of double doors wide open you can hear screams and howls of pain coming from inside. On the walls and in various containers are all kinds of weapons, with the exception of the back wall, that is bare except for some bolts that hold chains to it. Held by collars are damned people as well as a few demons. Some of the customers appear to be testing the merchandise on these particular damned souls.
Bharat: “I will never understand the fascination with torture.”
Quazil: “It can be an effective method for getting information. The issue is a matter of letting those who know just how far you’re willing to go before you ask them questions.”

Quazil might look over some of the weapons, of course, but he had his blade. There seemed to be little he was hunting for among them.
AJ B. (GM): A demon behind the counter looking surprisingly human aside from spikes coming from his wrists. “Oh come now friend this isn’t about torture or any fascination with it. I sell particular wares and my customers expect to know what those wares can do.”
(From AJ B. (GM)): behind the counter is a selection of Atlantean and Splugorth weaponry.

Quazil o’corse would wander up to the counter, “Three minutes,” was all he spoke to no one in particular, taking his time to admire some of the weapons presented. The hardest part, o’corse, was carrying them around securely. He’d done well with his garments and his ruck sack to handle things, but that didn’t mean there weren’t better methods for moving one’s gear around unseen.
Bharat: “Better than just random torture I suppose.”

Bharat would similarly look around, but keeps an eye on the doorway.
AJ B. (GM): (brb roll20 ate all my character material again)
Bharat: (ACCURSED HUNGRY DEMONS)

Quazil continued to peruse, idly commenting, “Not many places carry those.” He’d cant his head towards some rather unpleasant looking devices behind the counter. “Might you have some of the other wares of such a place?”
AJ B. (GM): The demon proprietor nods “Oh quite a few we deal with them often and they are quite generous in their payments for services rendered.”
“What particularly might you be looking for sir?”
Quazil: (Sorry for the delay! Pizza has strated to cook)
“An eye. Untainted, unbound, and free of their control.”
AJ B. (GM): Suddenly the proprietor turns away from Quazil towards the door as 5 demons walk in, three females seem to be chatting away while the two others appear to be highly alert and keeping everyone at a distance with their “arms” (see the pictures on the map top leftish)
The proprietor walks over to the group keeping his distance and bows “m’lady it is wonderful to see you here, how may my humble shop be of service?”
The red winged woman chuckled and rolled her eyes “yes very humble, the only shop with demon slaves in the entire circle.”

Quazil watched, having an idea of the name of the person who entered, sizing up the group.
Quazil: (To GM) rolling 3d100< 77 for general species; demon and monster lore.
(
45
+
29
+
23
)
= 3 Successes

Bharat watched for the moment. No need to have guards try to impale him.
AJ B. (GM): The woman to the left spoke to the proprietor. “Our lady is seeking a gift. You know who it is for. What do you have on offer that may suit him?”
The proprietor nods and seems to think he then goes to his counter kneels down and opens a panel on the bottom that was indistinguishable from the rest. He pulls out a brilliant white axe that appears to have been made out of a spine and wingbones of something and is carved with arcane runes. “The Gabriel Axe. Carved from an angel’s bones, corrupted by the blood of our brethren, and carved and enchanted by the personal smith of his most magnificent Asmodeus and given to his most trusted general to lead his victory over the forces of heaven.”

Quazil remained quiet; he still had a corpse in his hand, after all, and it is discourteous to interrupt. Besides, an axe? Not quite his style. Perhaps that was why he seemed just a little unimpressed with it.

Bharat couldn’t help jumping in at this point. “I have something that would make a lovely gift for anyone the lovely lady would try to impress.” It disgusted him to speak like that about a demon. Not that she wasn’t perhaps lovely to someone. “If the lady would deign to speak to me in private, that is.”
AJ B. (GM): The lady raises an eyebrow in surprise. “One of the lowly damned believes he deserves a private audience? You must have some steel ones tucked away in that form of yours somewhere. Perhaps I’ll get to find out where. Unfortunately the most private you can get is me and a single one of My guards. I’m afraid my lord insists upon it.”
Bharat: “Even for something that will remove a certain… gate that blocks your way?”
AJ B. (GM): She raises an eyebrow and gives the slightest nod. Her handmaidens immediately slam their left hands into the throats of the two guards who seem to decay right before everyones eyes leaving no remains at all. She smiles and says “Wait here girls.” before turning to the proprietor “We will be using your back room.” turning finally to Bharat “follow me.” she heads towards a door in the back left corner.

Quazil would again lift a brow at the display, before turning back to the merchant who owned the house of blades. “It seems, Friend, you’ve been snubbed.”
Bharat: “Rock… Entertain everyone while I’m gone.” Bharat gives Quazil a meaningful look. This could turn south very quickly.
Quazil: “As you wish.” A simple acquiescence to the lizard. A moment or two would be spent to see if the shop keeper would engage him in conversation.
AJ B. (GM): The shopkeeper carefully returns the axe to its place and mutters curses about having to move its hiding spot again. before turning to Quazil. “You were looking for something in particular weren’t you?”
Lillith shrugs “Well I can continue calling you, you if that’s your wish but it is a tad unwieldy. Do you object to being called The Eye?”

Quazil chuckled just a bit, “Aye. Eyes, of their ilk.” A nod given to a collection of the weapons behind the counter. “Free of their control, as it were.”
AJ B. (GM): (ignore that second paragraph was supposed to go in a whisper)
Quazil: (duely ignored!)
AJ B. (GM): “Hmm, I do believe I have one, though it’s price is steep. Undoing the tangle of control is quite a process as one as knowledgable as yourself is surely aware.”

Quazil nods in agreement. “Quite, and the price is worth it to find one that is.. ‘Pure’ as it were. Tell me Friend, what would you be seeking for such an artifact?” That crag of a smile spread across his face. It.. really did not make the man of stone look like a pretty sight.
AJ B. (GM): The proprietor pulls out a baseball sized eye. “Unfortunately this is the biggest one I’ve untangled so far. However they are quite the rarity I need something equally worthwhile. Something difficult to acquire. Tell me does your race have any unique abilities beyond being made of stone?”

Quazil nods. “That would suit my needs quite easily. And in battle, we’re a force to be reckoned with, though..” And he’d glance at the hand maidens, “I presume there is no lack of such things within this realm.” Even as he spoke, he’d be moving a hand to draw his blade casually, moving to set the earthen weapon down. “Though some of us can forge such weapons, most of what you carry is far more effective.”
AJ B. (GM): He looks over the blade “You say forge as if this blade was made, as if you dug up the materials, and shaped them, yet it resonates with your own soul and appears to almost have been grown then refined. It is most definitely unique. How does your race come by such weapons?”

Quazil let that crag of a smile remain, a hint of pride welling in the warrior’s chest. “We pry them from our very flesh.”
AJ B. (GM): His eyes widen “Fascinating. Now tell me would you trade that ability for this eye? Or offer me the ability from someone else of your race for it?”

Quazil gave a warm laugh at such a question, “You ask for the very pride of my people, Friend. To ask of such is to ask you to give your eyes and very understanding of the blades you sell.” An amused headshake followed, “No, Friend, sadly that is not a price I can pay.” A second time, he has refused to sell out another of his kind, even if they have condemned him. He owes them no favors, no loyalty, and yet he still respects and honors where he comes from. It really is a toss up if he would come to their aid uninvited, but to sell them out to any but his House? Such an odd sense of honor he has.
AJ B. (GM): “Oh come now surely having one lose this power is worth the eye? I would not take more then that.”
Quazil: “To many, aye, it would be. I’ve no names of our elders or our ill to trade away such a skill for a mere bauble.”
AJ B. (GM): The proprietor shrugs “Well perhaps something else then. Hmm admittedly I trade largely in weapons as my stock but frankly I’m hoping to move up. Tell me if our positions were reversed what would you ask for the eye?”

Quazil hums thoughtfully. “In a world such as this, I suppose to.. Acquire the competition, if you’re looking to move up. Where would you wish to move up to? To what lofty goals are there for you beyond being a provider of such tools?”
AJ B. (GM): “Mmm, I want to add power broker to my shop really. Although weapons are nice many demons trade far more in powers and abilities then in mundane weapons. For instance your sword ability, should your current blade shatter you could easily acquire a new one. Someone takes a normal blad of steel and it is work to reacquire and thats assuming its intact.”
Quazil: “Quite reasonable.” And he’d turn about, looking through the shop. “It might eat into floor or testing space, but I could easily see you fitting such within.” Another few steps taken as he looked about the place with a critical eye. “Perhaps over there; I know one of the vendors in the Market took up not more than ten square feet.”
AJ B. (GM): “Indeed, powers take up surprisingly little space. Many demons choose to contain them within themselves so they can use them, but that does diminish their value.”
“Hmm, how would you feel about doing a bit of clandestine acquisition for me?”
Quazil: “That, is likely something that can be done, Friend.” And back over to the counter he’d walk back to the counter.
AJ B. (GM): He pulls a sword off the wall that seems to whisper as it moves with an unknown composition but it does seem to have blood dripping from it constantly and sets it on the counter. “There is a broker a few doors down. He won’t trade with me due to personal issues but he has come in and eyeballed this sword every day for a month. If you can take it to him and come back with at least ten powers from him the eye is yours.”
Alright guys hate to say this but Im starting to lose track of things and burn out
Bharat: Awwwwwwww.
Zea: Totally understandable; ‘s been nearly an 8 hour game
Matt S.: … SO IT HAS
Wow. I didn’t even notice
AJ B. (GM): alright been fun I’ll calc exp when Im more functional
thanks for an awesome game guys
Zea: Sleep well!
And much fun was had.
Matt S.: I had a great time.
AJ B. (GM): and if you’re up for it may do a pick up one before next scheduled.
Zea: For sure
Matt S.: I most likely will be
AJ B. (GM): good deal.

Chapter 19 Politics and Power in Hell

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