Four levels below the surface of the world. Five entered, four remain.
Finally, we reach the hall of the Daemon Lord. Quickly getting into formation, I charge forward at the beast, but fail my bull rush check to move him into a superior position for our casters.
Few minutes of fighting.
We finally slay him. As our cleric applies healing spells to us, the body shifts into dust. The room goes dark. An eerie whistling is heard. A blast knocks us all to the floor, and as we shuffle to a standing position, we see the lord of devils himself; Asmodean. (OH SCHNAP )
Our local wizard swears obscenely (which in itself was surprising, considering he was a prissy elf), and yells at us to retreat to the passage before the hall. As we rush past him, we hear him casting a spell. As we enter the passage, I turn around, and see Asmodean approaching our poor wizard. With a yell, I try to rush to his aid, but run into a Wall of Force.
The wizard smiles, calling out "Safety bless your way, my friend!". He turns to Asmodean, a grimace on his face. Holding the Staff of the Magi in front of him, he calls in a tongue foreign to mine ears. With a cry of anger he snaps the Staff over his knee.
An explosive force bursts force, billowing flame and smoke crashing about the room before us, though we were protected by the wall of force. We hear a crashing sound, and the dungeon begins to collapse around us.
The cleric, realizing the situation, cast his Divine Pilgrimage (custom spell, similar to teleport (limited)), and we are brought to the local temple of Farlanghann.
... Snap...