Times came and time left, and things are getting harder for evil lately.
You jest heard that a nearby castle owned by some vampire lord has being taken down by paladins and celestials. and it now serves as their new powerhouse of the region.
Entering the meeting area you notice some sort of magical field, you seem to be able to pass it without any problems. once inside a robed men tells you it prevents scrying or entry attempts from the forces of good. relaxing to know its there, if its really what the man claims it to be
The meeting seems rather intense, people argue and even shoot spells and arrows at each other, you know better to be calm and play it cool. it apperas the meeting contains over a hundred, from demons to humans, some of them should not be able to stand out in the open. at one point the man who greeted you at the entrance rises up and speaks.
"My brothers, time is short, the barrier will last only for a while, we have mere minutes before we must scatter. we all know the problems of late, even as we speek the holy alliance is working to fix the castle they jest banished me from. most of us had our homes shattered, being chased off our lands or hunted down like animals. and I say no more.
There is a way to fix this. a lost relic known as "the root of all evil", its whereabouts are unknown to any who live or unlive, yet there must be clues. we must all search for it, find it, and use it to crush the alliance"
A few quickly rose up to claim that trusting into old legends is foolish, and only a new weapon or spell or whatnot they invented will work. they all sound a bit too eager to be the answer to the alliance, foolish ones.
The argument again heats up, but in the middle of it you suddenly hear a voice in your head, clearly as if someone is whispering in your ear, saying "You should stay after the meeting, the barrier will last longer then he thinks."
You consider the voice's advice. there is not much to lose. and curiosity has conquered you by this point.
You remain as the so-called meeting scatter, after a few minutes you see that seven figures have stayed, all don't seem to hurry anywhere. the silence is strong as you wait to see who will raise his voice first.
The figures you see (including yourself) are a freaky looking changeling, three humans, the first is a female in celestial armor, the second is also a female but in witch robes, and the third is a male dressed as a librarian, some sort of demon, a half-elf in light armor, and a massive crimson-and-black drake.