The Sword of Four Winds

The First Party Member

Fizzwidget was hurrying out of that demon’s room, as he was anxious to find the three guild members that he would take with him. He was also thinking of how the hell he would get all the way to Amn on foot.

“Perhaps I could hire a carriage.” He thought to himself as he walked out of that chilled basement, and back into the loud and warm main room of the tavern. A few people seem to have disappeared, leaving only a few tieflings sitting around a table, talking of previous travels, and drinking, and that chain devil.

 

Fizzwidget began to examine the door to find the exit, and found it to simply be another one of those dimension door gems. He was about to press it, but then he felt a red hot chain grasp his ankle, and drag him from the wall. Immediately the table of Tieflings took cover between the pillars that held up the structure, and the bartender stepped back into the back room. The chain devil then dragged him up to him, so that Fizzwidget was upside down with his eyes locking with the chain devil’s.

“You.” Fizzwidget said, surprised he had found this creature after so many years. This pit devil was very familiar to him. He carried no name, but when he was in limbo, he was feared. A visit from this pit devil meant one of two things, you were to die, or you were to be bestowed a great honor. Fizzwidget despised this pit devil and the fear he brought to the people of his old kingdom in limbo, so one day while the devil was making a trip in the dead of night, Fizzwidget, attacked him, and banished him from that plane of existence.

 

“Yes, me.” He said in a low, raspy, and calm tone before throwing Fizzwidget as hard as he could into one of the wooden tables, shattering it. Fizzwidget was clearly in a lot of pain from that strike, but he stood up ready for a fight.

 

“I thought you to be dead by now.” Fizzwidget said smirking at the devil, as he drew his staff from its sheath upon his back.

 

“Far from it!” exclaimed the devil, his chains circling around him. “When you sent me here, it was a simple case of adapting to the environment, and of course working for that Sultoh fellow.” The devil continued, keeping that low raspy tone of voice. “I didn't belong in limbo, no devil does, but being sent here, is like being sent to a hell, and for a demon, this plane is eternity.”

 

“You brought fear to my lands, chaos is one thing, and I love my fair share of violence for the sake of violence, but I would not allow you to terrorize my people! That was my job!” Screamed Fizzwidget, blasting a bolt of bright blue energy from his staff, hitting the devil square in the chest. It, to Fizzwidget’s surprise had only knocked him back a bit. The devil was still smiling at him, taking step after step, lashing his chains at him, and each one he dextrously dodged. That is, until one struck him the chest, leaving a large bloody scar stretching from his left nipple to the end of his abs.

“You are stronger than I remember.” Fizzwidget said, wincing in pain, and looking at the devil, smiling at him with that insidious smile that a devil would smile.

 

“And you are far weaker than your legend would suggest.” Retorted the devil, to which Fizzwidget had a little chuckle, before standing up before the hellish being.

 

“I am far from weak. You should know not to fight the sorcerer who faced the mighty Tarrasque and lived to tell the tale. The one who drank from the pool of chaos and was able to accept its mighty power, and the one that banished you in the first place. Yeah that’s right.” Fizzwidget said in a condescending tone to the devil, before snapping his fingers and water spraying him lightly in the face. “Just apply cold water to the burned area.” Fizzwidget finished before taking a combat stance, and muttering a few words under his breath.