the-dump

You don't see the face

oh

well uh

“Would you happen to know a way out of here?”

Psychic: "Oh yeah sure, I've been to hell lots of times- NO YOU IDIOT!"

I was trying to talk to the smog

No response

hmm

Let’s keep moving than I suppose

Psychic: "You know, part of me was hoping to meet my old friend John in here."

“Oh, what happened to him?”

Psychic: "Eh, he got cancer and became a complete cuck." Psychic: "Last he found him, he was burnt to death on his death bed."

“Oh uh.. I’m sorry to hear that.”

/r 6d20 #"john's" stats

@Gent: 6d20 "john's" stats = (5+4+17+11+3+8) = 48

oof

poor john baine

"Fucking FOV....can't see shit in hell!"

Wow, it’s popular youtuber total biscuit!

Psychic: "...Anywho."

What'll you actually be doing?

I guess we’ll keep on moving

What about the smog?

Oh right

Roll me a perception check

uh

/r d20

@Rusp: d20 = (17) = 17

roll to have a mosquito bite rusp

/r d20

You can hear faint talking sounds in the smog, along with an ongoing clicking.

@Phijkchu_Dialga: d20 = (5) = 5

from the direction we came from?

No, it's coming from the smog

I should investigate

or should I

Fucking

hmmm

Can I attempt to call out to them

It will mean the end of your turn

ah fine

Let’s see what’s inside!

oh boy

ooookay

The two of you step into the smog...

John?

Is that you?

You find yourself in a large egg shaped chamber. The walls are all start black with silver-lined archways built into the sides, appearing to be exits and entrances of sorts. Inside are several rows of imps clicking away at typewriters. A few fiendish creatures are rushing back and forth with stacks of papers in hand.

"Whoa whoa whoa, visitors? We weren't expecting visitors."

"Fuck, someone left the gate open!"

"Close it now!"

What

Behind you the black smog fades away to nothing. You're now enclosed in this room.

"I'll deal with this."

A dark-skinned tiefling with a button down shirt and glasses approaches you.

wait a second

those are like the opposite of me

uh oh

Tiefling: "Ahem, leave your weapons at the front door thank you."

None of the other creatures appear to be paying you any mind.

“Oh, hello sir, you wouldn’t happen to know of a way to get back to the overworld, would you?”

Tiefling: "I see, you are...the mark our last client sought after."

Are you setting down your weapons, by the way?

After he said that I feel like that’s a bad idea

Really?

Tiefling: "Sir, I'll be forced to call for security if you do not comply."

“Ok, ok.”

I’ll do it I guess

The psychic already had disarmed himself.

He yanks off his mask, his face flushed and sweating.

Psychic: "Oh thank fuck."

I will also remove my mask

Tiefling: "Yes, you appear as described."

“So, sir, would you happen to know of a way for us to get back to the overworld?”

Tiefling: "Yes, the material plane is it?"

Seems right

“Yes.”

"I sense some animosity between us. What I said earlier is not to imply and ill-will towards you. You see, my job is to draft contracts for our clients. Some seek power, others knowledge, we do not care about the goal of it. We simply serve, and receive payment."

"If transport is what you desire, then such payment will be required."