Your soul is MINE~! Or is it?

Adventure Summary

In today's adventure, Az decided that he was sick of getting the short end of the bargain with the demon, and figured that he'd have to take drastic measures to save his life. Not drastic, inasmuch as transforming himself into a lich to cheat his way out of a rather sticky fate.

Of course, Sir Gingerbeer, the resident do gooder, decided that he could consult his Church of Mystra, and they offered to help. For a price. But they sure had a plan they knew could work. All that Az needed to do was to decipher the Demon's Mark on his arm, track down the demon responsible for his distress, and kill it! And all for the low, low, bargain price of 9999 gold pieces. They even accepted Letters of Credit! Where else would you find a better deal?

It turned out that Az preferred the former option. It was cheaper, and promised to be more rewarding. Becoming a lich was a lengthy process, fraught with peril, and peril of course meant loot, loot, and XP! She had to gather a Demon Lord's blood, a clump of bloodied High Angel feathers, a Lammasu's heart, seven fingers from seven different specters, vials of shadow essence, a red dragon's scale, manticore's blood, amongst others.

So Az decided to summon Grixelflorb, the Thing that Lurks Behind Corners, a Demon Lord his research suggested was within his power to control, to secure an ounce of its blood. Unfortunately, it didn't work out so good, because Grixelflorb was incredibly cranky, and took out his anger on our heroes! Luckily, Az had prepared an Arrow of Bone that morning, and the spell proved to be potent enough, due to a lucky 20 and an unlucky 1, to overcome Grixelflorb. Demon Lord's blood. Check.

Next, they decided to travel to collect the specter fingers, and that proved a hair raising experience for Sir Gingerbeer, who was summarily groped, and barely escaped from the encounter with his levels intact. They then visited the Stormhorn Peaks to hunt for a manticore's blood. They found a manticore, alright. A dead one.

It seemed the manticore's neighbour had decided to kill it. And it was a strange neighbour indeed - one crazy old coot called Etrian the Eldest. And he was the owner of the Bottle of Demon Trapping. And he provided our adventurers with shadow essence and a dragon's scale in exchange for the Bottle, and stories about Fontia.

How eerie.

The adventurers went on their way after that, to secure the other components. But when they left, it was with a chill down their spines, and the cackling laughter of the old man behind them.

Hurhurhur.