You all start with starting equipment and 3 Gold. Please put name and character sheet in.

Map: file:///media/fuse/drivefs-2a81ee7c994531d66c64c14f5c6fe961/root/Formene.png

You start in the bastion of kas the bloody, sadly for you long dead.

(link doesn't work for me....)

*please intro characters, im trying to find a solution for a map.*

Synntax looked about the area.  This is where the tiefling  was told to appear for his next 'special assignment'.   Synn slowly glanced about and frowned.    Passive Wis (Perception): 13

The place looked like it was 50 years past it's last good cleaning; no decent trencher table of feast worthy food nor a drop of liquor to drink.  "And me down to my last 3 gold.  What a bust," Synntax muttered as he went over to lean against a cobwebbed wall.

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Synntax looked about the area.  This is where the tiefling  was told to appear for his next 'special assignment'.   Synn slowly glanced about and frowned.    Passive Wis (Perception): 13

The place looked like it was 50 years passed it's last good cleaning; no decent trencher table of feast worthy food nor a drop of liquor to drink.  "And me down to my last 3 gold.  What a bust," Synntax muttered as he went over to lean against a cobwebbed wall.

 The voice whispers again in your ear. "Trussssst me, othersssss will be here and you will have all you want"

A well-dressed bard arrived, a bit surprised to find himself here. Accustomed to the comfort & luxury afforded by performing for royal courts, he was disappointed to see his destination was a spartan & squalid old fortress. However, his “sponsor” had yet to lead him astray, & he trusted her guidance completely. He knew there must be something here she desired, apart from himself of course. Something evil & ancient, occult knowledge or a powerful weapon perhaps? Whatever it is, he was determined to find it to gain her favor. Spying a tiefling lingering about he introduced himself. “Are you here for the party? This place looks ’dead’,” he said with a wry grin. “Vethys Silvertongue, at your service.” Finding himself daydreaming about his dark mistress, as he often does, he sat down to strum his lute to pass the time & distract his mind from lusting after the Archduchess Fierna. 

A tall darks skinned man enters.  His lack of humanity only apparent as he approaches.  He wears old leather armor and carries a spear strapped to his back.  He is handsome, almost beautiful, however his eyes glow a deep red and his mouth is turned up in a sneer.  A cold hate seems to radiate from his body.  So, this was the place the lord of the pits had sent him, he thinks to himself.  He glances and nods at the tiefling, A devil blooded, good.  His sneer deepens as he sees the human, not having much use for chattel.  "I am called Balgron. I am knows as 'The Fallen'.  The Dark Lord has sent me here, to the place of Kas"

Synntax gives a sweeping bow.  "Well met to you, Vethys Silvertongue, and to you, Balgron."     

Synn does a full, slow circle with hands raised, "Welcome to this 'party' as Vethys called it.   I am assuming each of us has been 'called' to this place by our patrons - for purposes we have yet to discover." 

He raises an eyebrow as he faces the two. "Any clue as to why here?  Why now?"

Two more will sssssoon appear jussssst wait you will get your assignment very sssssoon. a voice whispers

Balgron nods at the voice and slowly walks around the room.   "Patience...is something I have.   4000 years I have waited..."

A lizardfolk walks in to the bastion, holding a staff and a backpack, with a shield over the back of it. He stretches out his neck with a crack audible quite loud. "Ahhh, that's better." he looks around "I see there are more people here. Are you food or help?" 

 "Well, Lizard.  We all serve hell here.  I am Balgron The Fallen".  

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A young Tiefling bard, seemingly excited strides in. After travelling around for months, she has finally reached a place where she has found some of her own, and yet she's not sure how to act. She approaches, using her noble heritage to charm, "Good evening. I'm assuming we're all here for the same reason."

Appearing completely enraptured by his lute playing, Vethys has actually been mindlessly running through rudimentary exercises while paying attention to the room. Noticing two more have appeared as promised, he wonders, "What a motley crew! Are these allies...or rivals?" Acknowledging the baby-faced bard, as much as a Tiefling can even be said to have a baby face, he says, "Well, kid, one thing you said is true. We're all here, wherever here is, 'the place of Kas' according to that brutish old timer, but I suspect our reasons remain our own for now." 

all of a sudden a 5 reddish apparations appears. "Our power growsssss. ssssoon we can come into the material realm. But we need you 5 to help usssss. (vethys's patron winks at him.) Their are 5 different ssssseals acrosssssss the land, thosssse are what hold usssss in this place. We need you to go break them. That is your misssssion. Once thatsssss done, you will get what each of you want. Your first ssseal is to the wessssst, 6 days by horssssseback, 14 by foot. We cannot linger lesssst the gods ssssensssse us. you have your missssion. GO!" with thats the apparation dissapears and you are alone with eachother again.

Synntax's eyes half closed as he heard the whisperd voice and Balgorn's response.  "So, it is not all in my head after all," he muttered to himself.   

His casual pose evaporated into casual alertness when the lizardfolk entered. the chamber.  "Allies or food indeed.  A fair question, oh Scaly one.  I hope, for now, we are allies."  Synn's voice nearly choked off as he spied the female tiefling enter the room.  "Be still my heart," he whispered as he automatically stood straighter.

No sooner than he mutter those words of admiration than the 5 fiends poofed into existance with their smell of rotting flesh and brimstone.  "That is that then, it appears our unique skills are called for.  Anyone have a clue as to what these 'seals' might look like?  I seriously doubt they are simple placards tacked to a door," Synn says with a wry grin.

Balgron can barely contain his excitement at this news.  He will attempt to recall from his faded memory what the seals might be.   (History check 6  add two to that if religion instead)

"Does anyone know if there are supplies here?  Weapons and armor?  Horses?  Are we all that are present here?"

you have no remembrance of this and will have to pray to your god later for more guidance. *all of you are here.*

"Perhaps I should introduce myself before our excursion begins," she said, placing her hands on her hips, attempting casualty. "Mirk Rosewood, it's a pleasure to meet you gentlemen."

She only hoped that they were gentlemen.

(Sorry for lack of differentiating between spoken words and internal monologue. My device doesn't seem to have that.)

 "I was thinking the same thing, Balgron! This place appears decrepit and picked over, but we might be able to find something here that could help us. I've studied many arcane mysteries throughout my travels, Synntax. I'll look around for clues & through my notes for any reference to help us identify the seals." Arcana check 6

So, the Lady of Phlegethos has formed an alliance with four other Fiends to ascend the material plane, an interesting proposition. “It seems our patrons have commissioned a 5-piece performance troupe. Welcome aboard, Mirk! It’s always a joy to share the stage with other charismatic performers. We should heed their call & head west once we’re satisfied we’ve found everything of value here.” If she wants me to work with this lot I shall do her bidding...for now. My destiny is as a solo act dedicated exclusively to the glory of my infernal muse.