OOC: Before we all get started on the new fort, prehaps we should RP the final moments of this beautiful shit-pit.
D3 was at the party, getting rather more drunk than normal, even by dwarven standards, and having one final chat with DO2. It was good to say goodbye to the only pseudo-friend he had left in the fort. He knew that once the demons were free, they'd take control of all the energy that this place had absorbed, and likely be able to conquer/destroy the world with it. He mentioned that he did send word to the family regarding this, in the hopes that they might be able to do something about it.
After D3 had parted ways with DO2, and was refiling his flask with rum, he felt the tremor, and knew the time was upon them. Racing, he headed straight for his office, and the portal device within. He had hoped he would of had more time, he hoped now that he wasn't too late. This world falling to the demons was one thing, the risk of them being able to travel to other worlds freely was unthinkable. In hindsight, maybe he should have destroyed the device, but deep down he was a somewhat selfish dwarf, and had wanted a chance to escape with his life.
The tremors grew greater and louder as he ran through obscure passages deep underground, hoping the his destination had not been flooded already. Just as he turned the final corner he came face to face with a demon, A hulking ox shaped thing, with 3 heads and 10 muscular arms, with 3 of them serving as legs. It's long, matted fur was a dull purple, though there were large patches of it covered in what D3 knew to be dwarven gore.
"Hello there good sir and or madam, if it isn't an inconvenience, could you please step aside, there is something I must attend to in my chambers before you kill me."
The demon looked puzzled for a moment, then moved to smash D3's head in with the arm located on it's forehead when D3 held up his hand. He rummaged around in his pocket for a moment before pulling out DO's gift. Activating it, his constructs began to pour out and they charged the demon, quickly swarming it. D3 knew that it wouldn't be long before all the excess energies being released from hell overwhelmed his constructs and destroyed them, but he hoped it would buy him the few moments he needed.
Ducking into his room, slamming the door and shoving as much as he could in front of it, he quickly moved to the portal device. He removed it's power source and connected in the the stone floor, powering it with the energies that filled the fort. Just as he was setting the controls to open the portal, the demon barged in, bloodied from the constructs attack, but far from dead. It rushed him, but just before it reached him, something latched onto the demon's face and began attacking it. Pausing, D3 looked at the thing before recognizing it. It was Faustus, the little messenger construct he used to play his little game with Don Pedro. Before he lost himself in nostalgia, he quickly opened the portal and went through. A moment later and the portal overloaded, destroying Faustus and the demon, as well as every worldly possession D3 had aside from his clothes, his flask, some gold coins he happened to have on him, that little pocket radio he got during his inter-dimension jaunts and his journal.
Dazed, D3 wakes up face down in sand. Standing, he looks around and sees a small community off in the distance. Seeing no other potential destinations he walks towards it. Patting his pockets, he finds his flask and takes a drink. When goes to put it back he notices the radio and takes it out. After some fumbling he gets it working and tunes into what thinks is some sort of local news station. As he walks into the town, the smooth voice of the radio host gives him a small hope that things will be okay here, and that he can begin a new life here.
Meanwhile, in an other plane all together, Drazoth is sitting apart from the other watchers. While they work to set up the new fort, he sits and smiles to himself. While he doesn't normally go out of his way to help his minions, and much less does he ever directly interfere on the mortal plane like that, in this instance it felt right. Afterall, D3 had served him well, and activating Faustus like that didn't take much effort. Besides, he felt like at least one dwarf from that doomed place deserved a happy ending, so why not his own minion. With that dealt with, he rejoins the others, and resumes his scheming. This time, things will be different. This time, he will Win.
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