the-dump

Hmm

The fey speak to each other in sylvan.

I’m going to slowly place my weapons on the ground

The psychic reaches behind his robes slowly, attempting a sleight of hand.

/r d20-2

@Gent: d20-2 = (10)-2 = 8

"Pocket sand!"

oh

He throws a clump of dust at one of them, as he attempts to book it out of there he's belted in the chest.

welp

so long partner

wheezing"Heh, out of the frying pan...into the fire...ay chum?"

this guy

“Uh.. hey guys... I don’t want any trouble. It wasn’t my choice to fight there.”

Psychic: "Oh, but it was mine!"

They kick him in the shin.

Oof

They search your body, removing all weapons.

Curiously, they don't seem to find anything on the psychic, which you know can't be true.

Huh

Good sleight of hand

Oh, he failed that check.

They gesture for you to follow them.

The imp clings onto your shin.

Oh

Uh

Hmm

Alrighty

Are you gonna walk with them?

Yep

Alright

/r 6d20

@Gent: 6d20 = (6+9+13+18+1+4) = 51

/r 6d20

@Gent: 6d20 = (3+1+12+10+10+14) = 50

Wow

These guys are

Real shit

You walk along where the fey lead you.

There appears to be a large steaming slime creature. This one appears to have a rough head shape on top.

a

a

Book

A ghoulish man. He has stitching running diagonally over his forehead and face.

Shit guys

It’s frankincense

The two groups converse with each other, appearing somewhat distressed.

Two feys are still holding you guys at gun point.

Bow point? Arrow point?

You don't say bullet point

bow point

After conversing, they take you over to a jail cell. Since this is hell, of course the cell is actually a cage and it is lifted into the air, dangling on a chain.

Wonderful

Ghoul: "Congratulations...mortals."

Back to square one

“Congratulations for what?”

Ghoul: "You escaped servitude through these wenches' cowardice."

"I commend your wit, however short lived it must be."

Psychic: "It was my idea! I'm the brains of this team!"

“I was going to do it anyways.”

They shoot an arrow over into his cage.

“We literally didn’t discuss anything.”

nice

I like these guys

“So, uh.. why did they force me to fight?”

“And what exactly was that place?”

Your two cages begin going down a conveyor mechanism.

Oh boy

Ghoul: "This....is your resting place."

“Why are they killing us?!”

“Well, me anyways.”

“I get why they’re killing him”

Pointing at mage

Your cages suddenly stop short. Beneath you is a volcano pit. You can see the ghoul and the giant slime staring at you from the far side.

The demon-fey, and several other fiendish monsters, stand at the ready with bows.

“Boy, this sure has been a real unfortunate series of events”

So uh

do you think

I could try and summon my boy