Followers and cultists of Lord Baalzebul find themselves... lacking in power. Pray and sacrifice all they might, the Lord of Lies remains silent and unresponsive.

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The severed body parts of hundreds of devils littered the floor of the Palace of Filth, blood mingling with the leavings of its foul lord. Breaking up the monotony were bugbears, the infamous Nyashk, potent sorcerers who flel just as easily. Perhaps most noteworthy was the corpse of a truly beautiful creature, with red skin and delicate, batlike wings. Not everything here was dead however. A figure stood among the macabre throne room, surrounded by his army of mortals.

The large, bloated body of Lord Baalzebul sit in the center of the room, wounds bleeding from the many, ruby-enshrouded weapons of the various soldiers. The figure stood over the body and gazed down at the slug from atop his nightmare. A smaller figure, with hooved feet and large, leathery wings, casually motioned to Lord Baalzebul. "If you please, dispose of this trash."

The horseman glanced to the smaller devil, and did as advised. His great axe cut easily through the unprotected flesh of the Lord of the Seventh, the ruby glow searing the slug's flesh. Baalzebul let loose a cry. The ooze and filth on his face just briefly revealed the face of a handsome, if dark, humanoid. Its fly-like eyes were wide in pain. As his body was cut in twain, the exploded in a shower of bugs and gore, lightly covering the mounted devil and his army in further filth.

The smaller figure slowly clapped his hands as he turned, drawing his wings closer to his back. "Martinet..." the mounted called toward the retreating figure, restrained fury in his voice. But still, the horseman lowered his axe - none would be as foolish as to bring harm to the voice of Asmodeus. Martinet didn't glance back as he continued his exit, his tail swaying teasingly.

"Congratulations on your new promotion," Martinet shouted back to the larger devil. "Lord Rider."

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Andrew Fryar: Cordor's Folk Hero
Bobrin: Eccentric Avenging Executioner
Lyle Torrowfire: Retired badass
Marigold Cobcruncher: Perceptive Priestess

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// please note that the images, an plot hear are a tribute to bo bo event an for those who attended an those who did not to enjoy, however it is not to be used icly by anyone, unless they were in attendance.


The contract was set, and the meetings an discussions were over, all who had attended knew the risk they were taking, but also the rewards they might reap. Valkin an another stood up an once again went over the plan, advising of the diversion set in place to ensure our passing undetected into the city of Malagrad, and the devil kin that we would face once we arrived within courtyard of the citadel.



It seemed many had been rallied to the banner of the Rider from Beyond, all seeking a piece of the spoils to be had with the overthrowing of an Archdevil an a siege of a citadel. So once they were all ready the Herald philip did so open a gate to the seventh were they all went through in tactical formation, to begin an assault that would change a great many things in Baator an the prime.



Here the Rider himself sat atop his mount encased in fire a nightmarish visage, his fearsome appearance and demeanor would shake some and perhaps inspire others. Tho they did not tarry, as they made there way through the courtyard of Malagrad citadel, fighting devils of all shapes an sizes in legions strong they came, an fell before our sword an spell. Till soon they were confronted by the Marshal Barbatos, servant of Baalzebul, however this marshal did see the folly of his employment an perhaps also had the foresight to know that the rider an his "mortals" did not act alone. an so he swore fealty to his new master, the Rider.



With the aid of the Marshal the famed magical barriers protecting the keeps interior were dismissed an the unit of heavily enchanted warriors an arcanist entered swinging sword an slinging spell, It was a vile place shit an rot all around and tho some did fall. To the relentless swarms of devils they did not remain so long for the unit was effective in its work. It methodically moved forward slaying all in their path, stopping every so often to regroup heal an re enchant, it seemed nothing could stop them.

After what seemed like a great deal of time they stood in the hall of Baalzebul, tho empty it appeared, the Rider did shout, " He is not here" tho no sooner had he said the words a giant beat did fall from the ceiling above, a putrid slug like creature Baalzebul once was not so, it was his curse for pushing the king of the hells to far. It was this slug like creature that all did face, it hissed an swayed its teeth ready to tear our flesh from our body.



At first it seemed Baalzebul thought it a joke, he jested that we should come, an that the rider was mad, tho soon it was revealed that we came prepared an supported by someone far more powerful than Baalzebul himself. For each warrior did weild blades of crimson red, enchantments bestowed by Martinet the messenger of Asmodeus himself, an so the blades cut deep till the best did scream out for mercy, an the Rider at first did grant it as we pulled back at his word.



Tho it was not long after that Martinet revealed his ploy, an that Asmodeus did fine the rider a far more suitbule individual to hold the throne, an the Riders Axe did land home cutting the slug like creature into two its flesh bursting an exploding like a plague of vile flesh an bugs, till nothing was left but the memory of the once Archdevil.

An so a change of leadership took place, and with it some powerful mortals gained favor with the Lord of the seventh.. and perhaps something more.

*Valkin stands in the ruined city off the Malagard, trying not to be overwhelmed by the vile smells from within the citadel an the overbearing smell of sulfa, muttering a few arcane phrases valkin cast mending an Prestidigitation to clean his robes an armor from the putrid feces flesh blood and bile that has befallen it during the battle past.*

"An so the seventh is free of Baalzebul, and the Rider from Beyond in his place, as i said it would be. So a bargain fulfilled"

*glancing to red robed woman, and another in red and obsidian armour, he leans on his staff, taking out a piece of parchment reading it over*

"It would seem we have all completed our task, and so we shall be rewarded as stated, I am pleased such as taken place for I have achieved a personal goal, an so i must return to my duties in the living city an await the next steps completion."

*With that he did so open a gate to the prime, and wander forth returning from whence he came, hear he would wait for another meeting, an perhaps the beginning of an end he has sort after for so long*

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