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the now unmasked "Antagonist" stood before the gathered party his prematurely weathered eyes hinting at his apparent roots. The union that had carried the rogue to the ultimate deception turned slowly, facing the last enemy contained with the hellish nightmare of the "insertnamehere" tombs. Crimson blots on his person slowly grew on his garb, traveling slowly twards the ground and pooling in and around his boots, on arm across his stomach to slow the laceration that would end him, the other hung by his side, a quizzical puzzle box in hand, rattling along with the convulsions what quaked and warped his otherwise refined personage, finally, he spoke.

"I'm sure your resourcefulness is the only reason you made it into this pit, and I daresay your brilliance is the only reason your blade ever made it to me, sadly, the game is mine gentlemen."

For a moment, the factions took the others appearance in, quizzical how friends my revaluation how to kill each other. The man was younger, save for the eyes, which appeared to date past any crone or cuddle wielding noble. His hair hinted at two apex concealed within them, giving him a devil like appearance, it was fitting.[Needs Expansion]

[Chance for Dialogue from the party]

"SILENCE" The proclamation echoed from walls that had not tastes sound in decades. An unholy echo that came from places other than the pit.

"Your antics will not matter much here, nor will mine. To think, prize in hand I should die? Nonsense, for I am but a puppet, and my master's wrath will see your mind in ruins before I can even comprehend the volume of my fortune!"

[chance for injections and possible small scuffle from the party, anything thrown or launched will reflect or simple lose momentum as the wind begins to sweep across the dated stones, all moving bodies will be launched back using the knock-back rolls]

"Many dying men invoke the unspeakable one for revenge! Let my rebirth be the same!! I call your name my lord! I invoke Hastur! I worship and serve Hastur!! HASTUR!"

"Antagonist's" voice echos when suddenly thunder cracks split the sky, wind begins to be summoned seemingly from nowhere, the smells of a late fall day begins to dance around the party, dead leaves scratch across the stone. The maze above the pit's halls begin to swell with the unexplained wind, the ancient bosom of evil spontaneously bursts into song and whales into the night air.

Another crack of lightning strikes behind "Antagonist" and in view of the party.

[At this time, a special flavor mechanic is added. A "sanity-life bar". Each player has five sanity counters on them from onset save for antagonist and any player who is below 3/4ths of any stat or health, who will be at four or lower depending on damage and recent events. With each growing unexplained event around them, the players must make a Constitution roll DC17, this of course, will be affected or could be affected by a myriad of factors. Will account in revision]

[First "sanity" save for only those facing the direction of the lightning strike.
Reasoning: they have been underground for days [druids are pissy hippies so they a +2 to DC] and nature has suddenly been thrust on them, while they had more than likely not explicitly covered the dimensions of "The Pit" it was obvious there was no mountain or city.]

[Reserved for party reaction/interaction, possibility of attempted fleeing will be handled with wolf attacks, possibly dire's or a custom creature. This will constitute a sanity roll of custom creature is inserted, and a DC for fear [Look for DC for that] which will cause them to return to the gathered area.]

[things remain rather calm if/while all of this is handled, but then..]

"Behold! The glory of my master!" <-antagonist

[rebuttals]

The moaning above them begins to distort and change tune, raising to a ghastly falsetto before the sound of stone -ripping- apart is heard. The tones suddenly fracture into a concerto of random tones and haunting sounds as the roof of the complex is literally ripped away from them.[Expansion needed]

[Sanity roll. Wind Force Roll]
[reasoning-roof/maze they just spent at best an entire session [at worst threw, haHA] flew away. Tiny and small creatures/players will need to make that "don't fly away" save, ground has a +1 to the save as it's almost entirely smooth, if they are in reach of another party member up to +5 will be bestowed [grapple check maybe?] as they would presumably grab them or they onto them.]

"Antagonist"'s laughs begin to rise slowly, the winds soon swallow the sound up, a sound is heard overheard akin to "PzZzZzzRsCHt" [Remember in the Mortal Kombat movies when a portal opened it made that noise? Hopefully don't have to break immersion to explain my love for that sound.]
[Sanity Roll]
[Reason-timespace just got it'self ripped a new corn hole. S%^ts gettin' real.]

Above the party a giant purple vortex consumes the sky, which in all truth, hadn't been there moments ago. Strange new sounds rise lime trumpets, but distorted. Rising and falling with a strange reverberation. Antagonist is still laughing until..
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The crashing sound of monumental foot fall is heard behind Antognist, he seems to be loosing his nerve as he gazes at the onlooking party, who have turned respect shades of scared as bajesus, he turns, [reword, expand]

[Sanity roll]
[Reason-two colossal creatures have made themselves known, followed by a cavalcade of smaller minions playing strange instruments that are the source of the heraldry. The creatures themselves are custom and of custom design. Based off of great Wyrm status. They are obviously abomonations comparable to the coloration of a Brass Dragon, the build of a white crossed with a White Ripper, the walk on all fours but appear to keep most of their weight on the back legs, the frontal paws [dragon's have paws?] appear to be mutilated to allow manipulation and more dexterous movement. [mostly scar tissue and irregular claw/scale growth] Clipped wing's are replaced with strange yellow banners that hang like wings. They also have masks and are adorned with chains and human skulls within their scales [comparable to the golden that finds it's way into dragon scales with age.] It's fairly frakked up.]

[By now, anyone out of sanity is incapacitated, the others can attempt a revival comparable to a healing check of DC19 and maybe a speech craft of DC20, this is very much based of charter and previous experience. Wing it. I want a bard [if present] to really shine here.]

The two titans lumber slowly towards them and halt roughly 20 feet away, as do the minions. The eyes of the creatures are visible and rabid, animal like. They dart about and focus/refocus rapidly. The left [stage left] creature bellows, sadly, due to it's entire jaw and head being encompassed in the mask, it comes off as more of a whining expression of lamentation and frustration. It focuses intently on the party. While this occurs, the other beast [who will henceforth be known as "Freakers."] whips his neck back and fourth before finally colliding it with the stone to his side, smashing it effortlessly. Display of power of insanity, it's pissed.
[expand and reword for storytelling.]

The entire army [sizable in addition to freakers] freezes, stopping all movement for a long moment, the party and the antagonist have been mostly frozen, when suddenly, the creaking of a wooden door closing behind them causes them to whip around [blood on antagonist is alot by now, he also appears lucid] A figure garbed within a tore and ragged yellow cloak stands, adorned with a simple white silk mask. It smiles, appearing almost pleased to see them
[reword and role play it up]

[Sanity rolly]
[reason-wtf meter is off the scale by this point, this should be for keeps, last sanity roll, if no sanity health remains have them risk stat loss or incapacitation]

The figure moves in a catlike feminine manner, walking through the crowd right to the bleeding antagonist, idly trailing worn leather gloves over them in an odd mix of inspection and affection? Feeling seems impossible or fruitless. This figure positively exudes raw power, as he finally arrives at Erza, he whispers so low, it could barely be said he spoke atall.

Be well..I wish you to feel this..

The yellow figure removes his right glove, the angle and lighting prevent it the hand from being seen, he trails it in the strange false love over antagonist's shoulder and breast, the sound of singing is heard as the cloth is burned to reveal no harm to the flesh beneath. The figure [from here referenced as Hastur] turns and tilts his head pleasantly looking at the others as in the manner of a guest happy to welcome one into it's parlor.

The pools of blood and stains suddenly retreat completely, flooding him with color and glee, Hastur continues to examine the group, the entire process take aprox. 30 seconds Antagonist begins to bellow his victory when suddenly Hastur raises a cloaked arm and with the furl of the cloth a sound kindred to several rapidly passing whispers and antagonist manages

"GAH!"

He recoils as though a large fire had erupted in front of him, there is no noticeable affect. Ashes fly back from his movement, he is nothing but bones weakly clattering as they fight to stay in place. Hastur turns and catches the Puzzle Box as the bones fall to the stone and sizzle like fat being cooked in a skillet, reducing to vapor. Hastur watches it float off, his mask smiling pleasantly.

[At this time, if the party has an incapacitated member the freaker that bellowed before will laugh [more of a "HURK HURK HURK" as if too much air is pushed into his restrained maul, Hastur turns just as he did to protagonist, outstretches his arm and repeats the attack, the dragon flys apart, as does each creature behind it, with each new victim a loud "PHWOOSH" is heard as the attack passes through, the back of the ranks attempt to scramble leaving some only dissolved at the legs or worse. This effectively cuts the impending battle in half, as the party is no doubt expecting conflict. Service to my players.]

Hastur turns and walks back through the crowd and back into his door, it's noticeably not attached to a wall.

[Any attacks or movements face a constitution check of DC 32 [they would be frozen in fear or insanity] Post Hastur's exit, the party will have some time to recover and prepare as the remaining otherworldly beings, having been given no orders, begin to stir and eye them. This concludes the scripted portion of this campaign's arc-resolution and can lead into two scenarios, or more judging on reaction of course.]
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"What do you call a fish with four legs? A stool pidgeon! Bwuagh bwuagh bwuagh bwguagh!"
~Malorn

[Nh'bdy]

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Enjoy. Opinions welcome. Work in progress.
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Work in Progress.
"What do you call a fish with four legs? A stool pidgeon! Bwuagh bwuagh bwuagh bwguagh!"
~Malorn

[Arakad]

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hehe I like; reminds me of my old days of being a DM