DND went on a bit late. Hmm.... /drunk
We had to deliver a devastating bomb as low as possible in an "abandoned" building, and were forced to enter midway up it.
Pathways Into Darkness Intensify
We talked our way past the blind senile guard (on the 5th floor of the fire escape, the only entrance) and proceeded down. We saw many horrors. Grabbed some robes off some dumbasses who suicided around a pentagram.
Passed by a grisly collection of mutilated people, some of whom still begged for rescue. The rest, for death.
Wouldn't a "lucifarian" be someone who only consumes light for sustenance? Ha, the jokes we reach for, in such a place.
We aimed for the basement, but on the first floor we encountered an impaled goat within 3 layers of electric-powered warding, stapled to a particularly load-bearing beam. We determined that the goat was focus for a powerful, contained demon. Clearly we had to drop the package nearby.
No, said my allies, we must toss the bomb into the circles. I object- I rolled a 0 on my occult, and agreed. They discussed at length, we made another roll. "I worry that-" I rolled another 0. "-that you know more than I".
In a neat twist, the GM ruled that an exceptional success (5 successes) would mean we struck the goat. Our wizard (a male swamp witch who goes on about wood and water) tossed the package, with only 4 dice. 5 successes, 4 of which were explosions. That's not likely.
The goat sprouted 8 arachnoid limbs as it rolled out of its containment. "I thank you" it gnashed, even as its head twisted backward. We ran.
I will spare the mechanical rolls, but two of us were caught, and one of us told the other to flee. I fled, but not before flinging a holy item of my mythos god. Lost forever, but the many-pointed star cut a gash of true faith across the demon, and gave it pause. But, I fled.
Stumbling down the fire escape, I clumsily caught my leg in a rusty edge as I passed a boarded window. The boards splintered as my ally was flung against it. I ripped my leg free, bloodily, and lept 10 feet to the ground below. "Trigger the bomb!" I shouted to our faster ally, waiting further on. "Before it takes his soul, or escapes!"
But that wasn't the fate of Hart the Grey. As our ally held her finger on the "call" button like a deadman's switch, Hart weathered the massive spiderdemon's every-replicating limbs. A dodged blow smashed a whole in the windows behind him. Two health from death, prompted by the GM to choose last words, he chose... "HOLY GUACAMOLE"
8 successes on like 6 dice. .05% PERCENT
He stabbed the demon straight in the essence, with a staff carrying his artifact of true faith. It screamed as he backflippped off the 2nd floor to the ground, landing beside my character. It crumpled like a dead spider.
We stumbled to our feet, but he shouldn't have been standing. I supported him as we stumbled to cover. On the way he collapsed, but we dragged him together, and triggered the explosive.
Death to all lucifages/light-eaters.