Ravoskan rushes to Rictor. He kneels and places his hands upon the unmoving Rictor and a golden glow emanates from Ravoskan then floods Rictor's body. (Rictor is healed 4 h.p. and is brought back from the brink of death. Assuming Bill and Flynn join the rest of the party.)
Keth, Bill, and Flynn stand by as Ravoskan helps Rictor to his feet. Each of you stands there for a moment glancing at the dead hooded figure, then at each other, then you look around and survey the town. (took some liberty here. let me know if you have other plans/actions.)
The ground around town is saturated with water with small puddles here and there along the street. The sky however is blue, and cloudless. A cool autumn breeze sweeps through as the party stands there.
Up and down the street of Old Bull lay the bodies of various townsfolk, 5 in all. The rest of the population starts creeping out into the streets from their hiding spaces. More than a few cries of various names and weeping erupt from some of them. A woman dressed in a dingy blue dress runs the body of a man lying in the streets. She cries out the name "John!" as she cradles the body in her arms. She begins weeping.
Among them lay the bodies of 4 of the 6 Cavalry Troopers that you observed riding into town before the chaos ensued.
There had been some gunfire in the woods to the north of the town but, now it is silent.
3 buildings in Old Bull have been shattered by Lightning, the boards of each scattered about, near where the buildings had once stood. Flames dancing across the main parts of each.
To the right of the party and where the main combat had been staged lay the street preacher Rictor had spoken with before all this chaos had happened. The preacher is prone and you believe him to be dead until you hear his sobbing and him say: "I just needed more time." in low tones. The preacher gets up slowly, his face streaked with mud and trails of tears. He looks around and with an astonished look on his face, "God I need a drink." he exclaims and starts to stagger towards the Dancing Lady.
Rictor opens his eyes. Ravoskan was hovering over him wreathed in light. Corpses were strewn here and there much like his own bleeding body and there were buildings burning along with blasted apart detritus littering the streets. He barely registered anything his eyes showed him as real, voice croaking out quietly as he tries to speak to someone that wasn't there.
"Never'll be... soon enough," and he laughs, baring bloodied teeth as Ravoskan helps him to stand on his shaky legs. He slowly brushes the dirt from his blood-soaked clothes and places his hat back on his head with a wince. He sees the preacher who kicked off all of the chaos and scowls grimly, pointing a wavering finger at his retreating back.
Flynn walks to intercept the preacher. "Listen, you can go and get good and drunk as soon as you have answered our questions. Then, while you spiral into a pit of booze induced self pity and excuses, we will decide wether or not to kill you."
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“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
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Ravoskan has already started moving around the town to gather wounded together when he hears this and calls over his shoulder, "No more killing, there has been enough this day." And he'll try and gather the six most wounded together and kneel down to utter a prayer of healing to the saints for their aid.
The priest tries to flee to the Dancing Lady. He staggers to and fro as he is surrounded by the rest of the party. Seeing the commotion, some of the townspeople also gather around as well.
The priest responds to Flynn's statement.
"I don't care." the priest retorts. "I'm already dead when they come for me. You people brought all this on yourselves. I got here and saw your godless ways and tried to bring you back to the fold and humble yourself before God but No! You had to cling to this world and its ways. Had to seek things that aren't meant to be found by mortal men. You brought this all down. The Black Inquisitors wouldn't have been sent here if all of you had not clung to the Devil and his lies."
The priest half shouts half sobs the last part of his statement.
"Now ya'll will reap the whirlwind of the Father." He shouts out for all to hear. He turns as he speaks and his tone is accusing to those around him. "The Father has seen your evil and knows your secrets and God has given him a vision of your sin. More will come, the Father's army, and they will purge this evil from you. And God have mercy on your soul."
Bill just walks up and looks at the Priest "gob huh" he said looking at him with a smirk "Well good think I only believe in God, so your gob has no power here. Sounds like you just committed blasphemy padre." with that he just looks at him "Now why don't you tell me more about this Black Inquisitors you mentioned."
Rictor summons up as much strength as he can and stands up straight, scowling at the preacher. "Well look here, pilgrim. You fire and brimstone types are the very reason I sought another savior. All this war and fightin' ain't the Devil's doing. Now, if you're dead anyway, you might as well tell us what you know about those hooded fellas that came after us and what you know about the Seal. That's all I wanted to know in the first place."
"BLASPHEMER!" the priest yells, pointing an accusing finger at Rictor. "See, he freely admits it. He is an agent of the DEVIL! This is why the church's Black Inquisitors have come! HE and HIS TYPES are trying to overturn the plan of salvation! They are trying to overthrow GOD himself! Trying to overthrow the results of that GREAT WAR in HEAVEN when the Devil and his Angles were thrown down!" the priest's voice becomes shrill as he becomes louder.
"HE AND HIS ILK ARE ON THE SIDE OF THE DEVIL AND ARE WHAT BROUGHT THIS PAIN AND DESTRUCTION UPON YOU, THE GOOD PEOPLE OF OLD BULL!" he screams. "Now the Father will send the ARMIES OF GOD down upon you, to save the world and keep the Devil and his minions," the priest pauses a moment and points to Rictor. "from spreading their evil and destroying this great land."
The party notices that the crowd of townsfolk around them has gotten larger. The eyes of the people, once sullen and tear-filled now look from the priest to Rictor and the party, and back.
Calmly he addresses the priest"It occurs to me that God might care more about the righteousness of a person’s actions than he does how much they pray. What I think God sees as he looks down upon us is two Berabesq Faithful who’ve overstepped their own laws, using heresy as a convenient excuse to kill a stranger. I think he’s looking down at us and God’s saying to himself, 'Those men there? They've got no horse in this race. They are cut up, beat up, tired, and probably need a drink. But here they are, putting their necks on the line to keep some wretched town from being blown to smithereens by a posse of disagreeable zealots.' "
He looks back at his fellow party members "Now I am not such a big fan of religious nuts, and I am not fond of armies. It stands to reason that I am probably not someone who likes armies of religious nuts. I don't know about you folks, but I am thinking that this town aint so bad after all."
He finally turns to the group of townsfolk "Whatever happens, I promise that these 'ARMIES OF GOD' will have to go through me before they reach you. And I think they'll find that I can be a real pain in the a**"
Rictor opens his mouth to defend himself as he had dozens of times before in his life from one sort of religious fanatic or another when Flynn masterfully shot the preacher's vitriolic diatribe down. He simply stands back and crosses his arms over his blood-soaked chest and tries not to grin too much at his friend's speech. He pats Flynn on the shoulder, wincing in pain, and nods at the devastation around them.
"Let's help these folks bury their dead and put out these fires if we can, otherwise," he drops his voice a tad lower in case any of the townspeople might overhear him, "we cut and run and lick our wounds back home."
DM: The preacher continues his rant for a few more moments. The townsfolk seems confused about what to do. The preacher's rant changes from focusing on the party and their responses to a sermon about the Vengence of God. It is all about fire and brimstone and the people start moving back to the bodies of those that have fallen.
It does seem unusual for the townsfolk to turn and go back to their fallen and not take the preacher in but, he may have been here much longer than any of you and may have established himself in the town more than any of you. At any rate, it does seem unusual.
Cookie seems to appear out of nowhere and says to the party in a low voice: "We best move on boys 'for that preacher turns his attentions back to y'all and we get strung up by folks lookin' for someone to blame." With that Cookie turns and starts walking fast to the wagon.
Actions?
The party looks around. They see bodies here and there, the body of the hooded Paladin laying close by.
Bill just looks to the priest and then Rictor "Last I checked Jesus brought salvation, but its a choice to accept that free gift friend. If my friend wishes to lay with demons and devils, by all means I'll work to open his eyes to the good news but killing people before they can see the light isn't the way to convert someone. Now of course we recognize the devil causes humans to commit acts like these and to be honest I think he may have gotten in your head a littleto." he pauses for a moment and points out the destruction that the Priest caused "The devil is a wicked and tricky one like that, maybe you should look at how your actions reflected the love of Christ in this situation brother. It's our choice in the end if we accept His love and forgiveness, but you can't force it on someone or beat them until they submit cause that just ain't love and ain't what God intended when He asked us to spread the Good News."
With that he just looks at Cookie when he comes out and nods "Best we get going then." he says just walking to the wagon.
Rictor dares not bring up his own dealings with the Devil after that speech from Bill, merely sighing and turning toward the wagon. He pauses and glances at the fallen paladin's body on the ground. Darting a glance around at the townsfolk he hopes they're too busy dealing with their own dead to bother him as he swiftly approaches the corpse. He searches it, looking specifically for the symbol of St. Asterion or anything perhaps identifying where they came from or what order they belonged to.
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Seeing no one paying too much attention to him or the fallen, Rictor eases over and rifles through the body of the fallen Paladin. Rictor finds some standard things. -The Paladin was wearing chain mail armor underneath his robes. -The Paladin has a cross hanging from his neck. The cross has a red jewel at its intersection. -The only weapon the Paladin had was his longsword. The blade is elaborately made with the image of a cross on both sides of the pummel. The blade seems very lightweight as well. -Rictor rolls the corpse over and in the inner pocket of the robe, Rictor finds a gold skeleton key.
Passive Perception Rolls: Flynn: 20 Keth: 21 Bill: 21 (DM: The rolls are not showing up on my end so I will roll on my side)
Keth is the first to notice. He hears the snort of horses around the building just past where the battle had occurred. Bill & Flynn are the next to notice. The 3 make their way around the building to find 3 horses tied to a tree just past the building. The horses appear to have been through some intense riding but seem well kept. On each horse is a brand. https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1NHkv0P-Ma2fWSsUztYt0ydqbSm4n-sUcC3ODSKfIm60/edit
"Now wait a minute folks. If all this was really, no offence, Rictors fault, don't you think we should at least help with the cleanup job? And what if these armies of god really are comin? Are we gonna leave these folks to fend for themselves?"
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Rictor looks up, the dead paladin's belongings in his hands, looking scandalized. "My fault?! Pray tell me how they knew I'd be here if indeed they were here just to righteously slay me. I've never been to this town before - hell, I'm from New York City, damn it! If these 'black inquisitors' are here it ain't for me. Alright, so maybe I kicked the hornet's nest a little bit, but I didn't make all those cavalrymen and townspeople start shooting at each other."
He sighs and pockets the golden key and the cross. Seeing the look in Keth's eyes as he starts walking away he follows. Upon seeing the brands on the horses he examines them more closely.
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Keith looks over the horses, checking the gear and the general health of the beasts.
Animal handling: 9
The discussions between the group has the half-orc on edge, while not himself a Christian, his tribe was heavily influenced from the earlier colonists thanks to their roots in Delaware. He just could not see how killing settlers out here in the wilds accounted for any justice but the thought he could be dealing with the devil sat heavily on him and it showed.
"We should really follow Cookie's advice and depart. It may end up being our presence that could incite further troubles for thems around these parts," Keth says to Flynn. "Your heart is certainly in the right place though friend."
Keth approaches the horses. They seem skittish at first but after a few reassuring words from the Half-Orc, they seem to calm right down.
Rictor joins Keth and both take time to check out the gear. Upon opening the Saddle Bags on each horse Keth and Rictor find a variety of items. Each holds clothing, a Bible, and some rations. There is another book in each as well. Doing a quick rifling through you find it these are personal journals.
In one of the bags is also found a scroll case with 2 scrolls inside.
Bill gets to the wagon and sees Cookie say something to a Halfling. The Halfing turns and runs off down the street. Cookie turns to Bill and asks: "Bill, what happened here? One minute I'm in Walts and everything is fine then the sky opens up and there's all kind of shootin' and screamin'."
Bill just shrugs "From my understanding apparently some people didn't like our friend and started something they couldn't finish. Unfortunately for them, we could. Though I didn't know it was because our pal Rictor apparently has a literal deal with the devil until that preacher talked and Rictor confirmed it."
Ravoskan rushes to Rictor. He kneels and places his hands upon the unmoving Rictor and a golden glow emanates from Ravoskan then floods Rictor's body.
(Rictor is healed 4 h.p. and is brought back from the brink of death. Assuming Bill and Flynn join the rest of the party.)
Keth, Bill, and Flynn stand by as Ravoskan helps Rictor to his feet. Each of you stands there for a moment glancing at the dead hooded figure, then at each other, then you look around and survey the town. (took some liberty here. let me know if you have other plans/actions.)
The ground around town is saturated with water with small puddles here and there along the street. The sky however is blue, and cloudless. A cool autumn breeze sweeps through as the party stands there.
Up and down the street of Old Bull lay the bodies of various townsfolk, 5 in all. The rest of the population starts creeping out into the streets from their hiding spaces. More than a few cries of various names and weeping erupt from some of them. A woman dressed in a dingy blue dress runs the body of a man lying in the streets. She cries out the name "John!" as she cradles the body in her arms. She begins weeping.
Among them lay the bodies of 4 of the 6 Cavalry Troopers that you observed riding into town before the chaos ensued.
There had been some gunfire in the woods to the north of the town but, now it is silent.
3 buildings in Old Bull have been shattered by Lightning, the boards of each scattered about, near where the buildings had once stood. Flames dancing across the main parts of each.
To the right of the party and where the main combat had been staged lay the street preacher Rictor had spoken with before all this chaos had happened. The preacher is prone and you believe him to be dead until you hear his sobbing and him say: "I just needed more time." in low tones. The preacher gets up slowly, his face streaked with mud and trails of tears. He looks around and with an astonished look on his face, "God I need a drink." he exclaims and starts to stagger towards the Dancing Lady.
Actions?
Rictor opens his eyes. Ravoskan was hovering over him wreathed in light. Corpses were strewn here and there much like his own bleeding body and there were buildings burning along with blasted apart detritus littering the streets. He barely registered anything his eyes showed him as real, voice croaking out quietly as he tries to speak to someone that wasn't there.
"Never'll be... soon enough," and he laughs, baring bloodied teeth as Ravoskan helps him to stand on his shaky legs. He slowly brushes the dirt from his blood-soaked clothes and places his hat back on his head with a wince. He sees the preacher who kicked off all of the chaos and scowls grimly, pointing a wavering finger at his retreating back.
"...You. Get back here!"
Flynn walks to intercept the preacher. "Listen, you can go and get good and drunk as soon as you have answered our questions. Then, while you spiral into a pit of booze induced self pity and excuses, we will decide wether or not to kill you."
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Ravoskan has already started moving around the town to gather wounded together when he hears this and calls over his shoulder, "No more killing, there has been enough this day." And he'll try and gather the six most wounded together and kneel down to utter a prayer of healing to the saints for their aid.
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The priest tries to flee to the Dancing Lady. He staggers to and fro as he is surrounded by the rest of the party.
Seeing the commotion, some of the townspeople also gather around as well.
The priest responds to Flynn's statement.
"I don't care." the priest retorts. "I'm already dead when they come for me. You people brought all this on yourselves. I got here and saw your godless ways and tried to bring you back to the fold and humble yourself before God but No! You had to cling to this world and its ways. Had to seek things that aren't meant to be found by mortal men. You brought this all down. The Black Inquisitors wouldn't have been sent here if all of you had not clung to the Devil and his lies."
The priest half shouts half sobs the last part of his statement.
"Now ya'll will reap the whirlwind of the Father." He shouts out for all to hear. He turns as he speaks and his tone is accusing to those around him. "The Father has seen your evil and knows your secrets and God has given him a vision of your sin. More will come, the Father's army, and they will purge this evil from you. And God have mercy on your soul."
Bill just walks up and looks at the Priest "gob huh" he said looking at him with a smirk "Well good think I only believe in God, so your gob has no power here. Sounds like you just committed blasphemy padre." with that he just looks at him "Now why don't you tell me more about this Black Inquisitors you mentioned."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Rictor summons up as much strength as he can and stands up straight, scowling at the preacher. "Well look here, pilgrim. You fire and brimstone types are the very reason I sought another savior. All this war and fightin' ain't the Devil's doing. Now, if you're dead anyway, you might as well tell us what you know about those hooded fellas that came after us and what you know about the Seal. That's all I wanted to know in the first place."
"BLASPHEMER!" the priest yells, pointing an accusing finger at Rictor. "See, he freely admits it. He is an agent of the DEVIL! This is why the church's Black Inquisitors have come! HE and HIS TYPES are trying to overturn the plan of salvation! They are trying to overthrow GOD himself! Trying to overthrow the results of that GREAT WAR in HEAVEN when the Devil and his Angles were thrown down!" the priest's voice becomes shrill as he becomes louder.
"HE AND HIS ILK ARE ON THE SIDE OF THE DEVIL AND ARE WHAT BROUGHT THIS PAIN AND DESTRUCTION UPON YOU, THE GOOD PEOPLE OF OLD BULL!" he screams. "Now the Father will send the ARMIES OF GOD down upon you, to save the world and keep the Devil and his minions," the priest pauses a moment and points to Rictor. "from spreading their evil and destroying this great land."
The party notices that the crowd of townsfolk around them has gotten larger. The eyes of the people, once sullen and tear-filled now look from the priest to Rictor and the party, and back.
Calmly he addresses the priest"It occurs to me that God might care more about the righteousness of a person’s actions than he does how much they pray. What I think God sees as he looks down upon us is two Berabesq Faithful who’ve overstepped their own laws, using heresy as a convenient excuse to kill a stranger. I think he’s looking down at us and God’s saying to himself, 'Those men there? They've got no horse in this race. They are cut up, beat up, tired, and probably need a drink. But here they are, putting their necks on the line to keep some wretched town from being blown to smithereens by a posse of disagreeable zealots.' "
He looks back at his fellow party members "Now I am not such a big fan of religious nuts, and I am not fond of armies. It stands to reason that I am probably not someone who likes armies of religious nuts. I don't know about you folks, but I am thinking that this town aint so bad after all."
He finally turns to the group of townsfolk "Whatever happens, I promise that these 'ARMIES OF GOD' will have to go through me before they reach you. And I think they'll find that I can be a real pain in the a**"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Rictor opens his mouth to defend himself as he had dozens of times before in his life from one sort of religious fanatic or another when Flynn masterfully shot the preacher's vitriolic diatribe down. He simply stands back and crosses his arms over his blood-soaked chest and tries not to grin too much at his friend's speech. He pats Flynn on the shoulder, wincing in pain, and nods at the devastation around them.
"Let's help these folks bury their dead and put out these fires if we can, otherwise," he drops his voice a tad lower in case any of the townspeople might overhear him, "we cut and run and lick our wounds back home."
DM: The preacher continues his rant for a few more moments. The townsfolk seems confused about what to do.
The preacher's rant changes from focusing on the party and their responses to a sermon about the Vengence of God. It is all about fire and brimstone and the people start moving back to the bodies of those that have fallen.
It does seem unusual for the townsfolk to turn and go back to their fallen and not take the preacher in but, he may have been here much longer than any of you and may have established himself in the town more than any of you. At any rate, it does seem unusual.
Cookie seems to appear out of nowhere and says to the party in a low voice: "We best move on boys 'for that preacher turns his attentions back to y'all and we get strung up by folks lookin' for someone to blame." With that Cookie turns and starts walking fast to the wagon.
Actions?
The party looks around. They see bodies here and there, the body of the hooded Paladin laying close by.
Bill just looks to the priest and then Rictor "Last I checked Jesus brought salvation, but its a choice to accept that free gift friend. If my friend wishes to lay with demons and devils, by all means I'll work to open his eyes to the good news but killing people before they can see the light isn't the way to convert someone. Now of course we recognize the devil causes humans to commit acts like these and to be honest I think he may have gotten in your head a little to." he pauses for a moment and points out the destruction that the Priest caused "The devil is a wicked and tricky one like that, maybe you should look at how your actions reflected the love of Christ in this situation brother. It's our choice in the end if we accept His love and forgiveness, but you can't force it on someone or beat them until they submit cause that just ain't love and ain't what God intended when He asked us to spread the Good News."
With that he just looks at Cookie when he comes out and nods "Best we get going then." he says just walking to the wagon.
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9
Bill follows Cookie to the wagon.
DM: What does the rest of the party do?
Rictor dares not bring up his own dealings with the Devil after that speech from Bill, merely sighing and turning toward the wagon. He pauses and glances at the fallen paladin's body on the ground. Darting a glance around at the townsfolk he hopes they're too busy dealing with their own dead to bother him as he swiftly approaches the corpse. He searches it, looking specifically for the symbol of St. Asterion or anything perhaps identifying where they came from or what order they belonged to.
Seeing no one paying too much attention to him or the fallen, Rictor eases over and rifles through the body of the fallen Paladin. Rictor finds some standard things.
-The Paladin was wearing chain mail armor underneath his robes.
-The Paladin has a cross hanging from his neck. The cross has a red jewel at its intersection.
-The only weapon the Paladin had was his longsword. The blade is elaborately made with the image of a cross on both sides of the pummel. The blade seems very lightweight as well.
-Rictor rolls the corpse over and in the inner pocket of the robe, Rictor finds a gold skeleton key.
Passive Perception Rolls:
Flynn: 20
Keth: 21
Bill: 21
(DM: The rolls are not showing up on my end so I will roll on my side)
Keth is the first to notice. He hears the snort of horses around the building just past where the battle had occurred. Bill & Flynn are the next to notice. The 3 make their way around the building to find 3 horses tied to a tree just past the building. The horses appear to have been through some intense riding but seem well kept. On each horse is a brand.
https://docs.google.com/drawings/d/1NHkv0P-Ma2fWSsUztYt0ydqbSm4n-sUcC3ODSKfIm60/edit
"Now wait a minute folks. If all this was really, no offence, Rictors fault, don't you think we should at least help with the cleanup job? And what if these armies of god really are comin? Are we gonna leave these folks to fend for themselves?"
“I will take responsibility for what I have done. [...] If must fall, I will rise each time a better man.” ― Brandon Sanderson, Oathbringer.
Rictor looks up, the dead paladin's belongings in his hands, looking scandalized. "My fault?! Pray tell me how they knew I'd be here if indeed they were here just to righteously slay me. I've never been to this town before - hell, I'm from New York City, damn it! If these 'black inquisitors' are here it ain't for me. Alright, so maybe I kicked the hornet's nest a little bit, but I didn't make all those cavalrymen and townspeople start shooting at each other."
He sighs and pockets the golden key and the cross. Seeing the look in Keth's eyes as he starts walking away he follows. Upon seeing the brands on the horses he examines them more closely.
Religion check: 19
Keith looks over the horses, checking the gear and the general health of the beasts.
Animal handling: 9
The discussions between the group has the half-orc on edge, while not himself a Christian, his tribe was heavily influenced from the earlier colonists thanks to their roots in Delaware. He just could not see how killing settlers out here in the wilds accounted for any justice but the thought he could be dealing with the devil sat heavily on him and it showed.
"We should really follow Cookie's advice and depart. It may end up being our presence that could incite further troubles for thems around these parts," Keth says to Flynn. "Your heart is certainly in the right place though friend."
Keth approaches the horses. They seem skittish at first but after a few reassuring words from the Half-Orc, they seem to calm right down.
Rictor joins Keth and both take time to check out the gear. Upon opening the Saddle Bags on each horse Keth and Rictor find a variety of items. Each holds clothing, a Bible, and some rations. There is another book in each as well. Doing a quick rifling through you find it these are personal journals.
In one of the bags is also found a scroll case with 2 scrolls inside.
Bill gets to the wagon and sees Cookie say something to a Halfling. The Halfing turns and runs off down the street. Cookie turns to Bill and asks: "Bill, what happened here? One minute I'm in Walts and everything is fine then the sky opens up and there's all kind of shootin' and screamin'."
Actions?
Bill just shrugs "From my understanding apparently some people didn't like our friend and started something they couldn't finish. Unfortunately for them, we could. Though I didn't know it was because our pal Rictor apparently has a literal deal with the devil until that preacher talked and Rictor confirmed it."
Campaigns:
Wildemount: The Felderwin Irregulars (2020) - Balassar Silverstone - Dragonborn Fighter (Rune Knight) Lv. 5 | Rise of TIamat - Aiwin Aralana - Wood Elf Fighter/Ranger (Arcane Archer/Gloom Stalker) Lv. 9