(Scenario #10 Plane of Elemental Power, #14 Frozen Hollow, #67 Arcane Library, #6 Decaying Crypt)
As an Inox, Nathant the Brute towered over us. He joined Impulse and me in going through the cult’s portal, where we found ourselves in some other dimension, surrounded by elemental demons.
“I. Hate. Demons,” he said, pummeling through spirits of flame and earth, soon covering himself with their dust and soot. When we saw a Sun Demon behind one door, he paused in his tracks.
“There it is,” he said. “The end of my journey.”
Without any regard to tactics or conserving our resources, he charged ahead, silhouetted by the thing, thrashing at it with all his fury. The other demons soon fell around us, and we suddenly felt like we were falling through an endless chasm. We descended gently into the private court of a monstrous creature, horned and terrifying, standing on four hooved legs. Its presence blasted us with the blasts of desert-like air.
It said we were “interesting” and could be “of use” to it, and that we should fetch him an “artifact of great power” in a forgotten temple along the Serpent’s Kiss River. Agree to this task, or die.
We agreed, but grumbled on our way out. Are we now mere servants to some Lord of Hell?