bot

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."

He looks you up and down.

rusp, you should glue yourself to your soul while you can

worrying

Tiefling: "Hmm, it depends on the person."

"For you....your arm should suffice."

oof

“My arm?!”

Psychic: "Hey, I only got 2 of those-"

wait was he talking to me or the psychic?

Tiefling: "Oh no, you can pay through other means sir."

To you

“Is there any other ways I could pay? I’m not very keen on giving up an appendage.”

"To be frank, you don't appear to posses much to offer."

o o f

Tiefling: "...I suppose, we can let you back out the way you came."

“Huh?”

“No thank you!”

Tiefling: "You're quite in a predicament then."

“Is there really nothing else I could use as payment?”

Tiefling: "If you can think of an offer, you may propose at any time. Please wait by the entrance until then."

hmm

He goes over to talk with the psychic.

Their walk off to the side to negotiate.

Well?

Uh

I could offer to do a job for them or something

The psychic comes back stone faced.

Psychic: "He wants my brain..."

“Your brain?”

"Well, part of it."

"They want to extract the knowledge or some nonsense."

“Hmm”

“These don’t really seem like favorable trades for us.”

Just then, you hear some rustling from the ceiling.

A black smog appears overhead, with a red winged demon crashing to the ground.

oh

Tiefling: "Oh for Pete's sake, you should know better than to use the emergency exit."

Demon: "Dude...not now 4 eyes."

I’d like to attempt to hide

from this man