The Rite and Ritual of Ezekiel
Within the treasure horde, encased in glass and warded by magic there now hangs an old scroll written in an ancient language. The plaque below it made of sparkling silver and carefully engraved reads. "The Rite and Ritual of Ezekiel, beloved Knight of Mystic fire. Retrieved from the village of Kenneth by Fenix Wandersoul, Niyressa and Croaker, before it was reduced to ash by Buldoth. Created for the purpose of destroying Buldoth, he of two lies and a truth."
Snippet of entry within the tomes of Hlal (((Story has bard flair. This is just a snippet, full book can be gotten IG))
The adventurers stood within the open field wreathed in magic as the village burned all around them. Body's scattered far and wide their souls shaped into semi-translucent shadows, watching and waiting for a moment to strike at the group. Nathan was at the head having rallied the adventurers there, his hair was of spun gold, his eyes a silver touched blue glinting with steely resolve. Adorned in pitch black leathers with a ruby red cloak and gold edging, a dagger in each hand. He looked almost like a roguish knight empowered by righteous indignation. "They hide in the shadows!" he barely had time to call out as a swarm of semi-translucent shadow set upon the group, with a clash of blades and an occasional flash of magic the heroic adventurers fought through the swath of shadows towards their goal the ritual sight.
Within the center of this ruined town the ritual spot had been setup, barrels of holy water and dragon bone that had been collected days before ready and waiting for use. "Six of you will need to help me with the ritual while the rest protect us" Nathan instructed to the group, it was an odd group a mixtures of elves, humans, tieflings, aasimars, knights, mages, rouges and scoundrels each with their unique abilities. As they scattered to their respective tasks the devils forces started to surround them waiting hidden within the buildings and rubble. Twisted shadows, animated bones and devils. All the while a dragon as black as night encircled over head watching and waiting. Without delay the chosen ritual casters took up their spots being lead by Fenwick of the church of Mystra, an elderly knight of eighty or so adorned in silver armor depicting resting dragons. He was slow coughing and wheezing more then he talking but his age did not stop him from performing his duty. As they prepared the other adventurers split up forming a protective circle around the ritual, ready and waiting for the decent of darkness.
The ritual had barely started when the first wave descended upon the front-line, what had been tall and powerful giants in life now twisted undead abominations, a mix of bone and rotting flesh. It would seem death had increased their strength and endurance as they swung might clubs easily the size of an adult man, along with them waves of semi-translucent shadows swarmed in under foot. It was here that the first few adventurers would fall struggling desperately to protect the ritual some of the devils slipping through, "Protect the circle" cried Nathan as he dashed between the undead with his daggers finding weak spots they didn't even know they had as he helped close the gaps. The undead had vast numbers and while they could swarm the more novice adventurers those who had been fighting such abominations for years proved to be powerful walls breaking the sea of evil, it had started to look like they would hold until the ritual completed that was until he appeared. The ground shook with each step the remains of the houses tumbling to ruin, even the mountains parted for his passing. Buldoth he of two lies and a truth, the great devil they had come to slay with their ritual. It is hard to put into words the terrifying sight that was Buldoth, a colossal sized devil made of a mixture of purple and black shadow twisted and shaped into an almost humanoid shape. Adorned in silver, white and shadowy pieces of armor a great blade in each hand, made of bone and easily larger in length then a castle in length.
As Buldoth stepped pass the mountain ridge the black dragon swooped down and much to everyone's surprises slammed into the devils side, claws digging deep as it's razor maw took bites out of the shadowy flesh of the creature. A howl escapes Buldoths lips as it slowly raises it's bone blade, the might behind it slowly and easily piercing the dragons hide, its shadowy maw brought down tearing huge bites from the dragons scaly self. The dragon struggled against the creature but it's might was no match for his, bite after bite more of the dragon was devoured his strength now passing on to Buldoth...