DM Post

At Lucan's question, the dragon gives a deep chuckle that reverberates throughout the arena "Little half-elf, you need not concern yourself with such trivialities. I am Fersavictorix and for well over a millennia I have gorged myself on heroes mightier than you. Worlds tremble at the sight of me, wizards flee at my name, and you shall be little more than an appetizer to wet my appetite for the feasting to come."

The crowd above begins whooping an hollering, jeering Lucan and the others, but eventually Baalzebub holds a hand. "Silence! It appears that the mighty Fersavictorix is correct, as the gladiators have chosen to face the 23rd Legion! What say you all, are you ready to see their blood spilled to honor our great god Asmodeus?!" Baalzebub raises a slimy hand, and the swarm of flies above his head begin swarming even faster and louder as the crowd roars its approval.

-----------------------

Zorella turns to look up at Eltain from her position against 'Hugo' as the half-eladrin speaks. "Ah, so there's a bit of fight in you yet. Do not complain to me about losing the blessings of your god. You chose to follow him." she pauses to spit on the filth-covered ground "and so you must deal with the silly rules that he has set up. And if you were looking to swear yourself to a higher power, I'm insulted that you didn't come to me." She gives a fake-pout. "I could have introduced you to someone who could show you what real power looks like." Her twelve fingers tighten slightly, drawing a bit of blood from 'Hugo.' "Oops, sorry dear. Now, where were we before your boy interrupted? Ah yes, the Shepherd. Tell me, even if your fey-whipping boy doesn't know where he is, would you be able to tell me where I could find the Shepherd?"

As Zorella speaks the name of the Shepherd for the third time, a slight change in the air-pressure radiates out from her, and she sits up suddenly in confusion.

-------------------------

Out on the field, as all the hosts of hell begin clammering and calling out for bloodshed, the Githyanki and their dragon are escorted out of the arena. Suddenly, you can see a strange effect that seems to wash over the entire crowd, that looks to have started from the royal barge of Baalzebub. There's no visible source, but suddenly devils that were screaming for your deaths sit a little straighter, and begin glancing around uncomfortably.

There's an odd silence that falls over the battlefield, even as the cage doors are lowered and you find yourself facing the 23rd Legion of Dis from across the arena. In the distance, you can just make out a slight whistling noise. Normally, you'd discount it as a simple by-product of the strange breezes that blow in the Astral Sea, but the sound grows steadily louder and clearer. From the edge of the fleet, you hear a shout raise up, soon echoed across the infernal armada as a tiny object comes into view, streaking across the sky. From this distance, it looks almost like a cup with a strange handle sticking out of the top.

As the object draws closer, Pavick recognizes it from some of his introductory courses on alchemy, as a mortar and pestle, but it looks to be almost the size of a house. Before anyone can react, the strange cup-like object crashes into the middle of the arena, sending dust and ash flying up around it as the shockwaves echoes out from the impact. A moment later there is silence, as every fiend watching from above strains to see through the dust cloud to what landed in the middle of the arena.