SE04 : E51 - Sacrafice

The bombardment continues as they try and talk through the situation with this militaristic version of Parathas. Daphyx pushes against the immense ego of this battle angle. Trying to intimidate down this gaslighting of his mission, Parathas grasps so tight Daphyx's armor and sends a surge of acid bile through him.   "You are brave I suppose, but I have come grow tired of this conversation." He says cooly. "You take care of my problem and I will help you with yours."   Just then a mountain implodes the hollowed mountain collapsing into dust. A fresh cloud of black-bodied demons swirl into the air.   Parathas look upon the angel forms of the party. "Go and slay these fiends and then we can talk."   They take flight and battle on through the swarm. After a number of minutes of fighting, their true enemy appears. Out of the dut fall of the mountain a demon of titanic proportions. An intense melee begins. They spend the better part of an hour wearing this insanely powerful foe down. Earning hard-won victory in the end.   After take a moment of respite, they see the battlefield has darkened. They make wing back to the lead ship.   It has chunks of it seemingly ripped out in perfect spherical shapes. Parathas battles an incorporeal being. A frustrated howl emanates the producer's voice. Seething waves of nothingness, uncreation grasping out of him and pulling the ship apart. Parathas battles on, light pouring out of his wounds, increasing in brightness with every successful blow.   In final flash of clashing the whole world evaporates. The party finds themselves back in the producer's chamber. The producer himself is on the ground humbled, looking more corporeal and haggard then he has ever appeared. Also, the hulking but battered form of Parathas is with them, the angelic general, not their meridian version. I fact a few of the party's still have phantasmal overlays of the angelic forms about them.   A dark figure rises up cutting a rapier through the producer. A tongue of flame dances on the end poking through. And before they have a moment to take them in. The angelic general leans in ready to slay the producer. but in a flash, they both disappeared. The hooded figure stands calmly holding the flaming blade.   Kellsin holds his spear towards the figure. "We have a had bad time of things, are you friend or foe."   The figure's hood falls back, revealing the face of Tarvin. he speaks firmly "I seek asylum." He explains he may have a way out and they discuss a number of things, calibrating with each other.   Then the producer's cackle can be heard. A tear, in reality, opens they hear a wild, insane tone voice of the Producer talking over the image through the rift of cages holding Parathas and Daphyx. He gloats, trying to recover his power over them. Explaining their losses. But as he does the world becomes strained and they can see the world growing taught. Then the room, its sights, sounds, and smells disintegrate. Darkness ebbs around the cages and trends at them like a ready hand. Screams erupt. In a burst of instinct, Kellisan leaps through the rift to free Daphyx. Orwyn sends magic at the tiefling to reawaken him. Daphyx and Kellsin lunge back to the rift as the still trapped Parathas screams mix with the Producer. As the party member gather again and the rift slams shut.   Tarvin leads them out the producers office and through the shops and stairs beyond. He stops in a window and casts a bit of magic the window changes to show an alley of Sharn. Tarvin says "Hurry." and he hops through the window as if it wasn't there. Orwyn cries out about the other that might be trapped. The edges of the world go dark as if the stage lights are being turned off in a quickly closing permit. Kellsina exclaims that there is no time. And they all get shoved through.   After accepting they are truly back to the plane of Ebberon. Tired and injured they make their way back to their lodging. Orwyn reaches out to the other side. They open the gate and welcome the brutalized party back to home.