(Due to some players hearing some portions of the dialogue
with Nyllus and others hearing other parts, I have written the important areas
that are fairly crucial to the story.)
Though great dark power could be felt emanating from the
specter of Nyllus, the adventurers couldn't help but feel a sense of vulnerability
from the ghost. Perhaps this is why they listened to him. There is always
confidence in control. Or was control the sensation that the demon wished the
adventurers to experience?
“Speak or die demon” The paladin commanded. “We do not have
time for your tricks.”
“What threats do you face adventurers?” the shadowy visage
responded.
“Bandits” Responded the Kor after a time of pondery. “Raiders”
responded the half elf. “Demons” the Paladin exclaimed placing her hand on her
spear. “Diarrhea” the Aasimar proclaimed in despair.
The demon considered each response and then spoke. “In one
decade all these threats shall not exist.”
The adventurers looked at each other. Some smiled at the prospect.
“The reason for this is that in ten years’ time there will
not remain anything but darkness. The Bandits shall die, the Raiders will
perish, the Demons cracked and broken and… all disease will have fled in the
face of true plague. The angels too will have perished, cities will
have been torn to nothingness, and truth will have been twisted beyond
recognition.”
“How do you know this dark one?” The Ranger asked. “Where
could such a threat be found?”
“There is not one threat, but four. To the North lies desolation, to the east lies perversion,
to the west lies abomination, but it is to the south that stands domination
ready and prepared to spread its doctrine. These bodies that we send down this
water way keep it full, but its hunger grows beyond even a demon’s capacity to
fill.”
“What riddles are these demon? What could surpass the greed
of a demon on any plane? If I did not hear the tremor in your voice I would
banish you this instant?” The Dragonborn snarled.
“Oh, that I could be banished outsider.” The demon
responded. “You will find out quickly that on this plane the very gods cannot
escape the clutches of Zendikar. The horrors to come will cause you to scream
for deliverance, and then this world will respond ‘no, you are mine. Face the
culmination of doom with me’.”
The adventurers looked at each other and then the half elf
stood forward. “Do not think for a moment that we are your ally, but what is it
that you would have us do against this supposed enemy? How can we be assured
that this is not some demon’s trick?”
“You doubt me Konor? You who have peered into the eyes of
dread and who has found the oil that fuels the machines of domination?” The
ghost paused. “I would have what all demons hope for, that my threats perish,
and my enemies embrace the hopelessness that is at their door. I will open your
eyes, adventurers and if you are not blinded by the light then I will count you
as an ally. But first, the test!”
The demon held up its spectral arms and a great wave of dark
energy rattled the adventurers sending them unconscious to the ground. The four
minor demons moved quickly to bind the adventurer’s bodies, wrapping them in burial
sheets. Before binding up the paladin and the cleric, the demon recovered both
the grey and the black stones and inspected them. “You are shrewd allies…” The
demon then observed the adventures packs and gear. “Throw their bodies and
their gear into the boat. It’s time they depart.”
As three of the minor demons began to load a boat with the
adventurers inside, Nyllus wisped the two stoned to the fourth demon. “Return
these stones to the cave.” Nyllus would find this to be an unwise decision in the
near future when he returned to the cave to find the demon dead, its throat
slit and his stones missing. On the demons back there was a note written in
sloppy abyssal:
Clever demons,
clever devils. How clever could you be if you keep losing your pebbles?
- Twitch
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