D&D Post Game Part 2

Silver Town shenanigans!

After arriving at Silver Town they party discovered it wasn’t as empty as they were lead to believe. It seems a few townsfolk remained and they were being given a real hellfire and brimstone sermon.

The trio made their way down the main and seemingly only street in this town. After a few hundred feet they discovered the source of the heavily religious ranting. A crowd of around thirty people were gathered around a giant pile of lumber and brush. A top this pile of dry flammable wood was their acquaintance and benefactor Lukas Fudderer gagged and bound to a pole. Beside him was a bearded human man dressed in flowing dusty red robes. He was still belting out his sermon about the evils of magic, demons and such.

The barbarian developed a plan to hopefully free Lukas without incident. They would say they were bounty hunters and were here to claim Lukas. This way they could drag him off safely and hopefully without resistance from the crowd.

The party made their way up and into the mob. Most of the citizens ignored them the rest gave them a wide berth, until they saw the dragonborn. It was then that the crowd began to get nervous and murmur curses under their breath. The barbarian made it over halfway to the unlit pyre and announced they were bounty hunters from Wychlight and were here to collect Lukas Fudderer for high crimes.

(persuasion/ intimidation rolls were made and made  very well but……..)

It was then that the holy man turned his rhetoric against the party. He referred to them as unwanted outsiders and cohorts of the bound mage. He made sure to drive home the point that a half-orc and a dragonman had come to rescue this mage. It was more proof that this man was evil as was conspiring with races tainted by evil and magic. He ordered the crowd to restrain these three. The crowd suddenly devolved into half slavering bloodthirsty mob or equal parts scared and confused.

The party began to get shoved and grabbed by the citizenry. Well the barbarian was having no part of that. He drew his sword and charged the holy man. He knew that a solid blow should drop this ranting fool and hopefully scatter the crowd. These were just misguided men, women and children. His sword drove into the priest’s chest and instead of flesh it struck what sounded and felt like thick metal. As he reversed his grip and swung again with the same result. The holy man still stood just and smiled at the half-orc.

“SEE MY CHILDREN! SEE WHAT This FOUL WIZARD HAS DONE! HE HAS SUMMONED HIS MINIONs TO SAVE HIM AND ASSASINATE ME! YET SEE HOW THE GREAT MAKER HAS SAVED ME FROM HIS FOUL CREATUER’S BLOW! NOW RISE UP MY FOLLOWERS! RISE UP AND DEFEND ME! SHOW YOUR DEVOTION TO THE GREAT MAKER BY CAPTURING THESE INTERLOPERS AND PUTTING THEM TO THE SAME SACRED FLAME. DO THIS FOR YOUR LOVE OF OUR PATRON, YOUR FAMILIES AND THE SAFTEY OF THIS TOWN! I COMMAND YOU, IN THE NAME OF THE ONE GREAT MAKER…….ATTACK!!!!”

Then all hell broke loose.

Literally!

Almost half the crowd turned on the party. Men and women lashed out with fists and feet. Children began to latch onto legs and begin to bite. The rouge was able to shake off his attackers and made a mad dash toward Lukas. The monk began to kick and punch the adults attacking him, but was leery about hitting the children. The barbarian began to engage the priest again, but was quickly overtaken by townsfolk.

The rouge was able to free Lukas as a group of people began to climb the pyre. Lukas quickly thanked the dragonborn and instantly dove into pouches and began to utter words of magic. 

The priest still ranting suddenly began to rise into the air claiming new found power from the Great Maker. The people not attacking the party fell to their knees in supplication screaming praises and prayers to their god. It is unknown if they were prayers of devotion, protection or revenge. Whatever they were, they seemed to be adding power to their priest.

Lukas’s spell went off and an unseen wave of force swept over the area.

Then the screaming started.

What was a group of thirty men women and children was now a group of twelve people and almost twenty other….things. The attacking mob was a hodgepodge of men, women and children with: glowing red eyes, gaping fanged maws, limbs that were too long, clawed fingers, scaled bodies, acid dripping mouths, thin quills instead of hair, small leathery wings and the occasional spike tail. If that wasn’t enough the now floating preacher’s true form was revealed. Gone was the simple robed human and in his stead was a red skinned creature with bat-like wings, a tail, with clawed feet, reptilian eyes, small horns protruding from its forehead, armed with a wicked looking obsidian spear, and wearing a suit of heavy scale mail…but with the face of a handsome almost angelic looking man. He flew a bit higher and bellowed for his children, the demon hodgepodge of citizens, to kill the interlopers.

The remaining human townsfolk reacted with a mix of fleeing for their lives, falling to the ground crying out for the god, or just standing in shock at what was transpiring before them. Meanwhile, the party quickly responded to the situation by launching attacks back at the human/demon hybrids.

The demon preacher targeted the rouge and launched his spear. The weapon drove through him and buried itself  deep onto the ground, impaling him in place. He struggled to get free or remove the spear from his chest but as he tried he just bled more and the spear seemed to absorb it. The demon preacher flew away and began to shoot concentrated beams of fire from his eyes into the rest of the party.

The monk and barbarian cut through more and more of the human/demon hybrids. The vorpal sword of the barbarian claimed two more victims. Their bloated and deformed heads flew from their necks and hit the ground with hollow thudding sounds. The monk continued to unleash torrents of punches and kicks, but was quickly tiring. The rouge soon fell unconscious as the spear embedded in him drained his life essence. The obsidian spear flew back to the demon preacher’s hands as soon as the rouge fell to the ground unconscious.

It was then that Lukas unleashed a bolt of lightning into and through the demon preacher and a group of the human/demon hybrids mobbing the barbarian. This was enough to drive the demon preacher down to the ground. There he was set upon by the barbarian even though he still had several human/demon hybrids clawing and biting at him. Lukas then dashed over toward the rouge to see if he could offer any assistance.

The demon preacher attacked with his fiery eye beams and even tried to impale the barbarian with his strange spear. It was ineffective. The half-orc was so deep in his battle rage that he was oblivious of any wounds he was taking. He continued his furious assault on the denizen of the underworld hoping each blow would be the one to end him. The monk finally freed himself from the creatures attacking him and rushed over to help in the fight.

FIRE EYE BEAMS!!!!

Lukas made it to the rouge and saw that he was alive but just barely. He reached into a few pouches producing small bits of something and began to chant again. Seconds later a burst of green light appeared in his hands and the dissipated just as quickly. The party was suddenly filled with renewed vigor as some of their blood wounds were staunched. The rouge slowly stood and limped back toward the battle at hand.

The trio pressed their attack on the demon preacher and his remaining demon hybrid minions. The preacher had only a pair of his hybrid minions left to aid him, and thick black blood was streaming from several deep gouges in his armor. Yet, he still attacked the with vigor and aplomb. However it was not enough. The relentless assault from the barbarian and monk was just too much. His remaining human/demon hybrids were dispatched and seconds later he was driven to the ground in a pool of his own black blood.

Lukas rushed over and while chanting began to pour two small bottles of what looked like clean water on the preacher. The beast began to scream and writhe in pain. His armor blackened and cracked. His wicked looking spear became brittle and shattered. His skin began to bubble and slough off in slimy chunks. The bodies and remains of the human/demon hybrids all burst into flames as their master’s grip on reality faded. A few seconds later and the ,once mighty and handsome, demon preacher was nothing but a pool of bubbling vicious fluid.

Lukas looked up from the scene before him, stashing the empty vials in his pockets.

“ Welcome to Silver Town my friends! I’m so very glad you made it!” he exclaimed with a giant smile on his face.