Hell RP 1 (and only one)

<ElDiablo_DM>: Previously
<ElDiablo_DM>: After a feverish night on the town and an explosive final performance, the magic of the night is pulled out from under our heroes. Now the illusion around them and the fellow dreamers have vanished all that remains is the bleak warehouse and their mysterious and childlike the host the imp girl.
<ElDiablo_DM>: The air is chilly and the room seems to have dried up
<ElDiablo_DM>: The Imp girl lays at the center of the room finally silent in the fetal position her tantrum has ended
Gwyd has just gotten here, and sees the imp girl on the floor wondering whats going on
Wrong_Way hopes someone else goes to comfort the imp as he just stands to the side.
Trick zips his jacket back up and stuffs his hands back into his pockets.
<ElDiablo_DM>: As the door shuts behind Gwyd the room begins to shake a bit and several lights burst the imp at once is on her feet once more
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Nonono you can't make me go back"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The imp rushes the door and bangs on it trying the handle several times to no avail
<Wrong_Way>: "W-what's going on?"
Gwyd trys to open the door
Wrong_Way looks above, worried more lights are going to burst.

<ElDiablo_DM>: The room finally settles and is freezing cold a low mist now hangs in the floor
Wrong_Way looks over to Gwyd, seeing if he got the door unlocked.
<ElDiablo_DM>: The door opens and at once a heavy gust of wind blasts the room you seem to be on the peak of a mountain solid rock with not a bit of snow or ice below a vast landscape of cracks and stone are whipped by winds as far as the eye can see
Gwyd tries to close the damn door.
Trick pulls up his hood, compressing his enormous afro around his head to conserve heat.
Greene shivers a bit, he notices that he does not have his scarf with him
<Wrong_Way>: "Where the heck are we now?"
<ElDiablo_DM>: You are all still in suits also except Gwyd who is in his normal clothes
HabeusKaiju gets up, and follows the group
<Gwyd>: "What the heck is going on?"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The imp girl stares sadly out the door
Trick has actually done nothing I previously stated because I assumed he was back in his normal jacket]
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Hell"
<Wrong_Way>: "...H-hell?"
<Greene>: "Yes. We're in hell"
<Wrong_Way>: "It's way too cold to be hell..."
<Trick>: "Bloody he-... god fucking damnit."
<ElDiablo_DM>: "And I suppose you're an expert huh wiseguy"
<Wrong_Way>: "Hey, I figured hell would be hot, okay?"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The imp girl groans and holds her head in her hands sitting down on the floor curling her tail in her finger
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Well I mean it is"
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Just not this high up"
<Gwyd>: "What happend to you guys? When  you didnt report back, mr belingur sent me to check on you"
<Gwyd>: "And now Im hell"
<Trick>: "And I thought I was the one with hyper-awareness."
<Wrong_Way>: "Well, there were these people in their pajamas walking to this chicks club..."
<Wrong_Way>: "...a bunch of stuff happened, then snake skeletons came out and then the thing blew up or something. Now we're here in hell."
<ElDiablo_DM>: The Imp girl appears to be giving you all the silent treatment now out a window you can see the desolate landscape and several other mountains there is a dot on the horizon growing larger

<Gwyd>: trick, she just said its hell]
<Trick>: and?]

Gwyd sees trick "Oh who are you?"
<Trick>: "John Depascale, just transferred to Buck's."
Wrong_Way slowly walks over to the imp girl
<Gwyd>: "Oh, Gwydion Gordon  Greenway. Wish we met under better circumstances.."
Trick shrugs and breathes some hot air onto his hands
<Wrong_Way>: "Uh hey miss...you know how to get back up to where we were?"
Gwyd doesnt appear cold really. "Do you want some fire?"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The imp girl looks sullenly at the ground
<ElDiablo_DM>: "You're standing in it"
<Trick>: 'Where do you intend to put it?"
<Gwyd>: "I mean on a torch or something..you look cold"
<Wrong_Way>: "I mean, back to where it's not hell. Earth. The place with the sun?"
<Trick>: "Do we have any torches?"
<Gwyd>: "I could probably make one."
<Trick>: "Go for it."
<ElDiablo_DM>: You are in a warehouse on top of a mountain there is a stack of large wooden boxes along the far wall and several reinforced windows look out the sides the floor appears to be turning into cobblestone
<Wrong_Way>: "Miss, how do we get out of hell?"
Gwyd breaks a wooden box open
Trick turns his attention to Wrong_Way's conversation
Gwyd uses part of the wood for a stick
Gwyd lights the top on fire with magic (whats in the box?)
Gwyd hands it to trick "here"
Trick takes the burning stick. "thanks"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The box falls apart inside are a lot of glass bottles in racks and some animal furs
<ElDiablo_DM>: The imp girl sighs and moves her hair out of her face and stands up again
HabeusKaiju looks at the impgirl
<ElDiablo_DM>: "The most common way is building club and getting the endorsement of a noble house"

<Gwyd>: torch dude, fire is MAGIC[

<HabeusKaiju>: noble house?
<Gwyd>: "...actually we could just use the animal furs"
<ElDiablo_DM>: "I don't think you tourists could buy a house though"
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Geesh nobody on earth knows anything do they"
<Wrong_Way>: "Hey, we're tourists."
<HabeusKaiju>: I am sorry, I am bit lost here
<ElDiablo_DM>: "There are five noble houses in hell each led by a pure blood descendant, they're moderated by Lucifer they control all the in and out and clubs while the big boys the wingers control everything else"
<Gwyd>: "As am I mr hondo"
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Without a noble sign or some benefactor to buy one for you there's no way to own a club and leave hell"
<Trick>: "So what you're saying, is if we want to get out we need to open a bar."
<ElDiablo_DM>: The imp looks out the window again the dot on the horizon is even larger now and a vaguely humanoid shape can be made out
<ElDiablo_DM>: That' how people usually do it not that its even done often"
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Nobody is supposed to leave hell, tourist"
<Trick>: "One would assume as much."
<HabeusKaiju>: So....Monopoly?
Trick absentmindedly sways his torch  back and forth, watching the flame intently.
<HabeusKaiju>: We gotta play monopoly to get out of hell?
<Gwyd>: "...uh, what If we know someone"
Greene stands, holding his tongue
<Gwyd>: "Or can prove we knew someone"
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Who could you know tourist?"
<Gwyd>: "I had a friend named der raubiter of the void"
<Gwyd>: "Does that count for anything?"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The light sound of rhythmic scraping and white noise is slightly audible
<ElDiablo_DM>: "The Hunter?"
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Who are you guys?"
<Gwyd>: "Friendlies, but is that enough?"
<ElDiablo_DM>: "He's not in power here"
Trick tries tuning his hearing into the noise
<ElDiablo_DM>: "But his"
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Hm"
ElDiablo_DM seems to be puzzling her thinking cap and racking her brain scheming
Wrong_Way just hopes somebody will tell him later who Raubiter is.

<Gwyd>: did trick hear anything?]
<Gwyd>: reis tod you dude]
<Wrong_Way>: [nah, he mentioned he had a dad]
<Wrong_Way>: [but mark don't know]

<ElDiablo_DM>: Trick the scraping is most definitely foot steps about 50 yards away they sound like armored boots scraping rock and climbing getting louder and louder the white noise seems to be a large number of murmured hushed voices speaking halves of words and out of order sentences
Wrong_Way figures he'll look what else is around the room while Impy is thinking over something.
<ElDiablo_DM>: The footsteps begin to speed up
<Trick>: "Guys, we've got company coming in close. They're wearing armored boots, I think, so we might wanna /do/ something."
<Trick>: "Like, /now/."
<Gwyd>: "Hmm"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The white noise is becoming louder and louder for everyone
Gwyd unsheaths his sword
<Wrong_Way>: "Oh great..."
Greene searches himself. Crap. He didn't bring any weapons with him
<Wrong_Way>: "Anyone need anything?"
HabeusKaiju begins to fiddle with his belt
<Wrong_Way>: "I'll see if I can chatter us some weapons."
<HabeusKaiju>: Eh, don't worry, I got a can of mace
HabeusKaiju swishes around his tail
<HabeusKaiju>: AND KICK ASS!
<Wrong_Way>: "..right."
<Wrong_Way>: "You still have mace in your tux?"
<HabeusKaiju>: what? No
<HabeusKaiju>: Mark, come on
HabeusKaiju swishes his tail
<Gwyd>: "..."
<Wrong_Way>: "...OH! OH I SEE!"
<Wrong_Way>: "I never really noticed that. Man, that's clever."

Reverb digs straight down to hell to slap Hab for that pun]

Trick swings his flaming stick around to test it's heft.
<Trick>: "Can we die if we're already in Hell?"
<Wrong_Way>: "No idea Trixie."
<Gwyd>: "Dont know"
<Gwyd>: "...trixie?"
<Greene>: "I wouldn't want to try"
<Trick>: "I swear to god I will burn you right here, right now if you call me that again, Mark."
Gwyd regrets giving him a torch
Trick is glad he was given a torch.
<Wrong_Way>: "Sor-eee." he says, trying to think of a better time to call him that.
Trick paces around a bit, still swinging his stick back and forth.
<Trick>: "Alright, so there doesn't seem to be anyplace to go... We can probably beat up anyone unfortunate to try to engage us, but still, maybe not... I'm not sure how diplomatic Hell soldiers would be, if that's even what they /are/... aaarrrrgh! Goddamnit, fuck this place!"
<HabeusKaiju>: So question
<Gwyd>: "What?"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The white noise is deafening now and foot steps can be heard clearly by all approaching the door the imp covers her face and cowers in the corner turning invisible
<HabeusKaiju>: It is killing, if they are demons?
<HabeusKaiju>: Like, is it morally objectable to smoosh 'em?
HabeusKaiju shrigs
<Gwyd>: "Dont kill them"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The imp girl looks up at Hab shocked
<Greene>: "We're already in the afterlife, aren't we?"
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Holy shit bro"
<HabeusKaiju>: What?
<Trick>: "It's morally fine to defend yourself from the minions of Satan or whoever the fuck runs this place, because some imp girl KIDNAPPED us and TOOK US THE FROZEN WASTELANDS OF HELL!"
<HabeusKaiju>: They're demons!
Trick stares the imp girl, furious
<Gwyd>: "Hab"
<HabeusKaiju>: they never lived in the first place, and they are evil incarnate!
<Gwyd>: "Shut up"
<Gwyd>: "Where do you think you are right now?"
<HabeusKaiju>: Hell
<ElDiablo_DM>: "I DIDN'T KIDNAP YOU I OPENED UP SHOP AND YOU BOZOS DIDN'T LEAVE
<ElDiablo_DM>: AND NOW THE WHOLE THING SUNK BACK INTO THIS TERRIBLE PLACE"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The imp girl pouts in the corner partially camouflaged
<Gwyd>: "Mr hondo...youre the invader in this scenario"
<ElDiablo_DM>: The foot steps stop and heavy breathing can be herd on the other side of the door
<HabeusKaiju>: But....Hell!
Trick lets out a low growl but instead of freaking out more simply begins backing away from the door and cloaking himself
<HabeusKaiju>: It's Hell~
<HabeusKaiju>: Hell is evil!
<Gwyd>: "Mr hondo"
<ElDiablo_DM>: There is a light rapping at the door
<ElDiablo_DM>: It seems 4 hands are knocking gently
<Gwyd>: "Shut the hell up, before you piss off the one person who can save us even more"
Gwyd is frustrated
Greene still remains as silent as ever
Wrong_Way just waits silently for demons to steal them or whatever
<ElDiablo_DM>: The door creaks open standing there is a wide fellow draped in a large red cloak it appears to be a bed curtain or a robe of some sort only a slit reveals his eyes which are round and yellowy orange four lanky arms protrude from the sides of the cloak all insectoid and three fingered his feet appear to be identical to his arms but used as feet
<ElDiablo_DM>: His voice starts like white noise that slowly comes together into wobbly speech that goes slow and is like a sauntering tilt of words, sauntering being what he does as he enters the room on his back he holds several large packs
<ElDiablo_DM>: "My day! What sights for eyes are you all!"
Wrong_Way thinks of santa
<ElDiablo_DM>: He walks ambles into the room brushing past them and squeezing a few cheeks as he does he arrives where the imp girl sits hiding he thrusts his hand forward and with an abrupt popping sound the imp is gone
<ElDiablo_DM>: "There then"
<Wrong_Way>: "Where'd you send her?" he says, afraid that he might pop them somewhere else.
<ElDiablo_DM>: "Oh here and there this way and that"
<ElDiablo_DM>: 'Directions matter little the consequence has little meaning to me only that I have sent her"
<Wrong_Way>: "So...who are you?"
Imamiah drops the large packs onto the ground and begins unloading things from them, trinkets and baubles, tools and clothing
<Imamiah>: "I am of little difference to such esteemed heroes"
<Imamiah>: "And words fail when I seek to display who I am entirely"
<Gwyd>: "Huh.."
<Imamiah>: "A name perhaps"
<Imamiah>: "I think I'll conjure a new one as a name is of little change to a person I suppose it is the answer you seek though"
<Imamiah>: "I am Imamiah"
<Wrong_Way>: "Nice to meet you...imanimah...."
<Wrong_Way>: "Uh, give me a while. I'll get it soon."
<HabeusKaiju>: Imanime, I think
<Imamiah>: "As I said it doesn't make a difference"
Gwyd doesnt know what to say, and is frankly scared to insult a demon by mistake
<Imamiah>: "However"
<Imamiah>: "You all do"
<Imamiah>: "Heroes of old predicted to me since I was a child"
<Imamiah>: "The tenets of my order have led me hear to you"
<Imamiah>: "Through the seeming lack of rhyme or reason I have discovered purpose without purpose the alpha and the omega the answer to my subjective prayers"
<Imamiah>: "Or not perhaps"
<Imamiah>: "Not that it makes a difference to me"
<Imamiah>: "Either or your presence simply is and I will continue to follow my path thus far and therefore"
<Imamiah>: "What is your quest, possible heroes"
<Gwyd>: "The journey home"
<HabeusKaiju>: Right, yes....home
<Imamiah>: "Hm yes"
<Wrong_Way>: "We're not from here, usually it's not so cold up there."
<Imamiah>: "Yes"
<Imamiah>: "YES!"
<Imamiah>: "How delightful"
<Imamiah>: "I find long dead enthusiasm bubbling up through my very person"
<Imamiah>: "This quest there is no good or evil to it you are merely journeying how could I not see it thats the obvious answer how marvelous"
<Imamiah>: "I will aid you"
<Imamiah>: "To whatever degree that entails who may know"
<Imamiah>: "All you should all know is your quest"
<Imamiah>: "Follow it chase it or not simply do be exist press on through bad or good neither or either such complexities of meaninglessness"
<Imamiah>: "How simply marvelous"
<Wrong_Way>: "Really?"
<Wrong_Way>: "No tricks or catches?"
<Gwyd>: "Mark dont look a gift horse in the mouth"

<Gwyd>: Dude trust him, hes a demon]

<Imamiah>: "Tricks?"
Trick freely scowls, since he is cloaked and it is of little consequence
<Imamiah>: "Such games entail that there is a desired outcome to be thwarted when I know such an outcome is simply non existent what purpose would I have to twist your non existent hypothetical tail?"
<Imamiah>: "No I shalt not trick you, heroes"
<HabeusKaiju>: There some kind of contract I can read?
<Imamiah>: "You have my word, villains"
<Imamiah>: "Contract?"
<HabeusKaiju>: I'm good at that kind o fstuff
<Imamiah>: "What purpose would I have for such things"
<HabeusKaiju>: makes me calm, ya know?
<Imamiah>: "You are not giving anything to me"
<Gwyd>: "Villains?"
<Imamiah>: "and I will give nothing of meaning to you"
<Imamiah>: "Since nothing has meaning why should why suffer under the pretense that it does"
<Imamiah>: "Villains, heroes"
<Imamiah>: " earth tomato, earth tomato"
<Imamiah>: "Meaningless"
Wrong_Way sings that song about potatos and tomatos in his head.
Imamiah has now reorganized and shuffled the packs he pushes one to each of them
Wrong_Way barely stops the pack with his foot
Wrong_Way checks inside what's there.
Gwyd opens up the pack
HabeusKaiju riffles open the pack
<Imamiah>: The packs are filled with heavy clothing, a pair of metal spikes, some large boots, and three torches each

<Gwyd>: >torches]
<Gwyd>: welp[

Gwyd looks around for somewhere private to change
<Wrong_Way>: "...Are we going to have to climb something?"
Imamiah shoulders three extra packs onto his back and moves toward the door his cloak whips in the wind revealing his thin and nonexistent torso he is simply six legs attached to a head
Trick decloaks to recieve a pack
HabeusKaiju takes off his clothes, and begins to get dressed
<Imamiah>: "The mountain, sweet prince, it doesn't come with an staircase"
Gwyd just changes behind some boxes or something
<Imamiah>: "Or maybe it does"
<Imamiah>: "Hm"
Imamiah looks out the door once more
<Imamiah>: "No matter"
Trick simply cloaks to change, shortly reappearing in new clothes with the back on his back.
<Imamiah>: "What happens will happen"
<Wrong_Way>: "So glad you're sure, Imanimah."
<Imamiah>: "Glad, sad, angry, hopeful"
<Wrong_Way>: "I'm /not/ in the heavy clothes."
<Imamiah>: "They're all the same things when you get down to it"
Greene changes goes off and changes, he puts the snazzy clothing into his pouch, intending to keep it
<Imamiah>: "Keep the suits we'll need them"
<Imamiah>: "Or maybe we won't"
<HabeusKaiju>: As Habeus pulls on the shirt, the sleeve rips of at the elbows
<Imamiah>: "I suppose it doesn't matter"
Wrong_Way folds up the suit and puts in under the heavy clothes to carry.
<Imamiah>: Abandon all hope, heroes"
<Imamiah>: "Not like it will help either way"
<Imamiah>: He steps out onto the peak wind rushing in as the door is flung open
<Imamiah>: End

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In the seventh circle there stands the great city of of Pandemonium, named by the late angel Kobal, Prince of Mockey. In its center stands the citadel a spiraling obelisk which on its peak sits the throne of hell. The throne has been empty for over two hundred years following Lucifers excommunication and wayward years. The prodigal king returned however and wrestled control of hell back from the noble houses who had styled a feudal system of castes and houses in his absence . Following the revolutionary's return Hell has found some manner of peace under him once more though the demons hate grows with every passing hour.


Lucifer felt something deep within himself every day. He had not known what it was his father told him greatness, his lovers told him power, his victims told him evil. Only one being had put it properly he believed. The same who had put it there, a deep seated self hatred and sense of helplessness. It was the fraction of Kobal's awareness. The true depth of powerlessness in the face of an almighty creator. That little seed of self doubt had poisoned his very meaning, his pride and discipline to the order of all things, how ironic that this very thing was what caused his suffering. Kobal probably knew this how much this knowledge killed the light bringer. There was a clear and simple order of all things and beasts dwell at the bottom. Yet this same order was the very antithesis of his achievements. "What have I achieved?" the revolutionary pondered. Nothing was the answer he had sired a dimension that was truly nothing and here he was ruling it once more. Kobal most likely enjoyed that, he had poisoned Lucifer and caused the distortion of this realm into a dark reflection of his own bastard ideas. How dreadful. Lucifer lifted from the throne and threw on his coat it was a dark brown and covered with soot underneath the grime and burn it resembled some manner of colonial revolutionary uniform. his skin was ashy not black or any manner of race but a dingy grey brown his heavy eyelids enveloped glowing sockets that gleamed like stars. He took a few steps to the end of the rock tower and stepped off the side he plummeted to the ground and soon dark wings carried him on his way. A day out of the castle would do him some good. Take his mind of all his gloominess.