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===Baphomet Rises===
[[File:Jeroy leads the charge.jpg|thumb|left|Jeroy Lenkins leads the charge with a barbaric shout against the demon prince Baphomet. The Heroes of the Horn, Eternal Order, and Mithral Hall follow leaving a wake of demonoid destruction.]]
You wade into the fray with your tentative alliance. The spike-armored dwarves are reluctant at first, but they realize quickly two facts: You are attacking the demons, and they don't really have a choice but to accept your assistance.

You make fast friends as compatriots against a common foe, and eventually the head dwarf makes his way back in the battle lines to your party. Swinging axe from creature to creature "Aye I guess ye be FRIENDS then! Who sent for ye? ARE YE FRIENDS OF OL' RUMBLEBELLY??? I saw him sneak away but aye...Ye can't be mad at an illithid for having tentacles, ya ken?"

he looks slowly (as slowly as one can in battle) from one of you to the others. "Well, yer an odd bunch ain't ye. Name's [[Bruenor Battlehammer]] and this here is what remains of [[Mithral Hall]]." He gestures broadly with his axe (between swings) and a spray of blood spreads out across his men. "And these fine dwarvenkind are the last of the [[Battlerager battleragers]]!" All of the dwarves let out a war shout and redouble their efforts.

He looks again between all of you "I hope ye have a few spelltossers, we can't hold this ground much longer eh." he grins a bloody grin, as you continue slicing and dicing the demons. The dust is beginning to settle and you are seeing a much, much larger swarm of demons clop-clopping their way to you.

Facing off against the rising demon prince [[Baphomet]] [[Jeroy]] raises the [[Horn of Valhalla]] to his lips and sounds the deafening call of his ancestors.

A white light appears off to the side of the battle, growing brighter and brighter and then expanding. A warm scene of sunny rolling hills, beautiful mountains, and then a city materializes. metropolis of gold, spires climbing before your very eyes and then a road stretches from infinity and breaches the vision, growing with a crash into the cliff face. Then you see glints across the bridge, growing, dancing in the sunlight. An army charges forth. Led Zeppelin begins playing out of nowhere. What's a Led Zeppelin? Doesn't matter cuz it's cool as fuck.

Without pause they charge into the lines of demons splitting the encroaching horde in half. Cheers and shouts erupt and demon parts begin flying through the air. After the halls of Valhalla have emptied onto the field and all of demons in front of you lay dead. They circle around and a tall human in shining full plate steps forward in the pause before horde approaches. He lowers his shield with three crowns on a blue field emblazoned on the front and lifts up his helmet. "Hornblower, we ride to battle!"

Jeroy gets a full body erection and grows to Large size.

You ride across rocky surface, [[Zanna]] riding atop PB&J and Jeroy shaking the ground with every stampeding footfall, leading the flight of the Valkyries. [[Rezik]] surges forward on [[Gramph]], forging a path with Gramph's ice breath and [[Kaylorr]] launches flame strike after flame strike flying through the air on golden wings. [[Oran]] stands in a chariot (where did he even get that?) in the middle of the charging heroes with his battleaxe shredding licks so fierce it's literally on fire. Oh that's where the Led Zeppelin is coming from.

Even in the face of this, a greater demon rises. A hundred feet tall with menacing horns and tusks covered in blood and gore, Baphomet snarls and meets you in battle.

At this point please use your imagination to picture some helm's deep level awesomeness for like 6 hours.

Finally, mopping up the last of the demon hordes the heroes of the horn circle back around Jeroy. The human knight unsheathes his sword and bows to Jeroy. "Next time will be the last time, hornblower." And they stampede off into the distance as your reality splinters opening again the vision of Valhalla itself, and the heroes return home.

You are completely and totally spent. Every spell cast, every blow taken, you are covered in blood, barely awake, but Baphomet himself fell to your hands today. Even now, the dwarves of Mithral Hall cheer in victory.
[[File:Modrons.jpg|thumb|March of the Modrons (but cuter)]]