Narrated D&D Story: How We Infiltrated A Demon’s Party Just Because I Wanted My One Gold Back

[Channel Teaser] How We Infiltrated A Demon’s Party Just Because
I Wanted My One Gold Back I am in a group playing a Tiefling warlock
with a human paladin, and our DM. That session we were missing our human monk
and our halfling cleric due to real life reasons so we went ahead with the session as a duo. We are in hell, helping my Patron kill one
of her competitors. This competitor is one of the bad guys we
ran into a while ago and we wanted him dead because he is a demon and a pretty awful one
at that. It is a win-win situation. What could go wrong? My patron tells us that there is no magic
allowed to be cast within most parts of the palace where the party is being held. We however get strong magic disguises that
will work for two hours before they will run out. We also get a dagger with a soul gem to trap
his soul. The paladin becomes my human slave and slightly
changes his appearance. I become a greater demon who owns said slave. I may have awoken something inside of myself
because I rather enjoyed shackling the paladin and dragging him around. But that is for me to look into later. The paladin begrudgingly agrees to our plan
because in the end it will be worth it. We go to the palace and our disguises work
perfectly. The guards let us enter without question. Security was increased for the party and demon
guards were everywhere as you would expect. The palace is busy with demons, adorned in
gold and macabre trinkets. A loud chorus of cheers echoes down the palace
halls and I head toward the origin with my slave in tow. In the center of the palace is a battle arena
for fighters to entertain the demons. The winner of the fight gets gold or a private
audience with our target. I sign my “slave” up for the fights. The paladin agrees without hesitation, thinking
he can clap some demon cheeks. He says something to me and another greater
demon shoots me a weird look for letting my slave speak so freely. So I slapped the paladin across the face. Hard. The paladin glowers at me and stares daggers
at the greater demon. “Apparently this one is too stupid to learn
his lesson the first time,” I said to the other greater demon and motioned for it to
dispense its own punishment. The greater demon reels back and slaps the
paladin across the face. It sounded like a thunderclap and the echoes
of the slap were louder than the cheering demons. I am thoroughly enjoying this. The paladin is red faced from the handprint
and his seething anger. The Paladin steps in the ring and is ready
to fight some demons but his opponent is another human slave Not wanting to hurt the other human, the paladin
tries to grapple his opponent into submission. A demon standing beside me is taking bets,
so I tell him, “The Paladin is mine, here’s one gold.” My last gold. The paladin got an arm around his opponent’s
neck and applied pressure, choking the other slave into unconsciousness. He dropped the slave to the ground to some
rather unimpressed clapping from the demons watching. I ask the demon to get my winnings. The demon replies sarcastically, “Which
winnings? You just gave me one gold. You did not say you wanted to place a bet.” You filthy, vile, cheating bastard. Round two. The Paladin does the same with his next opponent
and wins. The crowd is growing bored since there is
no gore. There are a number of boos from the demons. The demon I placed a ‘bet’ with before asks
if I can make my slave fight to the death for 200 gold so he can get more bets. I ask him for 201 gold, because i want my
‘one gold’ back. He agrees. I take the Paladin apart and tell him with
a worried face. “You gotta kill the next contender, it is
a fight to the death. It is either you or your opponent. They aren’t happy with choking them out. They need blood.” I win my deception check with ease. The Paladin goes in, but he is hesitant. The arena is held aloft by a large pedestal
that stands in the center of a pit of laval. I catch the paladins eye and throw a look
and gesture toward the edge of the arena. The Paladin hesitates again but knows this
is the only way to get close to our target. He stomps the other slave, picks him up, and
tosses him over the railing. The slave screams all the way down before
hitting the lava with a sharp hiss. The demons go wild. I get my 201 gold from the demon and we went
to collect our prize, 1500 gold OR a private meeting with the target. We choose private meeting with the target. We enter his room. The DM tells me I can feel my patron’s influence. I probe out, testing whether I can feel the
magic. And like an old friend, it is there for me. The target sits across the room at the head
of a long table. My Paladin slave and I take a seat on the
opposite end of the table. Dinner is carried out on golden platters stacked
with meats, and bowls of congealed blood. I ‘allow’ my slave to eat. Winners earn that right. The target swallows a mouthful of lamb and
says he is interested in my slave. I tell him he can have him if he wants, as
a gift. He nods, as if expecting that would have been
my response. After all, this demon gets what he wants. He stands up, thankful for my generous gift
and walks around the table to take a better look at his new slave. He stands behind the paladin’s chair and
places a hand on the Paladin’s shoulder. “I have a great many uses for you,” the
demon bends low and whispers into the paladin’s ear. I look at the paladin, who temporary removes
his disguise to show his real face. The demon reels back in surprise. I laugh and cast Silence where the target
is standing. The paladin spins out of the chair, knocking
it to the floor. He spears the demon, taking him to the floor. Drawing the knife encrusted with the soul
gem, the paladin starts stabbing the demon in a blind rage. He channels all of the rage he had built up
towards me and the demons for making him fight and kill in the arena. The paladin picks himself up off of the demon
who is absolutely covered in blood. The soul gem is now pulsing with energy, confirming
that the soul of the demon had been captured. Mission accomplished. We conveniently have a scroll of major image
that we picked up earlier in the campaign and cast the spell. We create the image of the demon sitting in
his chair at the head of the table. He summons his guards and tells them to give
me 3000 gold as prize money and then to leave him alone for the rest of the night. The guards are stupid and believe every word. I saunter out of the palace with a shackled
paladin in tow. Mission successful, and I made some extra
gold on the side for myself. Let’s hope the Paladin will never find out,
or I am definitely next on his list. That was quick thinking casting the major
image spell to not only get gold but to get out alive. Have you ever gotten out of a sticky situation
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  2. That was epic, if I could I would build a character off what a devil could do and impersonate one at a higher level.

    I know that isn’t what they did but it got my wheels turning.

  3. Ok two stories in a row involving demons, let's see how long we can keep this streak going.
    Good video as per usual all things dnd.

  4. I was A Warlock with Mask of Many Faces and Prestidigitation. Our Party was out of healing potions and I said "I Got this" and made my way to the local potion shop disguised as an old lady who was "there to get a healing potion for her son in law" She claimed he suffered a major wound and while it looked like it would heal he was in immense pain currently. While her son-in-law hates magic potions but she doesn't want to take any chances. She gave him 3 platinum and told him that its a Family Creed to "Always/Only ever Carry 3 Platinum its not to much to cause thieves attention and is enough to help get you back home" And how everyone in her family only ever carries 3 Platinum. Healing potions are 50 gold. She got a healing potion and 10 gold back. The Shop Keep put the Platinum in a special bag on his person. She thanked the shop keep and went on her way. I did a loop around three blocks before coming back in disguised as a young woman whose looking for a healing potion for her husband who was gravely injured. Basically the same speech as before but from a wife's perspective. She paid him 3 Platinum and told him the Family Creed got a health potion and 10 gold and Left. I did another loop and This time came back in as the Injured man clutching his side and said came in all embarrassed in the fact of swallowing his pride to get a healing potion. Paid 3 Platinum and gave the family creed leaving with a healing potion and 10 gold. I then went back to my party and gave them the potions and when they asked how much it cost I told them "I only got 3o gold out of it" They tried to correct me saying that I only paid 30 gold but I said "No, I only Got 30 Gold"

    It also didn't end there I went back to the shop keep as myself, no disguise, to ask if he had any health potions. He said was sold out. Then I tell him "Hey you should watch out, I Hear there's a couple of scammers going around using fake platinum" The DM had me roll at this point as he was getting fed up with my bs (and I couldn't blame him) I don't remember the exact role but I passed. His eyes went wide and he went to check his earnings to only find that they were stone. He cussed up a storm an made a mess of his store. I stayed with him through it all and comforted him with a few pats on the back and helped clean up with Prestidigitation to clean up ink stains on the ground and himself. That day I suggested he have people only pay in Silver and even bought him a poison potion, with the gold I got from him, from his stock that he could use to determine if it was real silver. (Silver changes color when it comes into contact with certain poisons) From that day forth I got his everlasting trust which I used to have him make me expensive potions for a quarter of the price. Later in the campaign I got some purple worm poison from him for 5000 silver (500 Gold) And I eventually ended up marrying him, he purposed with a Ruby filled with 'Pale Tincture' (Nasty Stuff) After that incident My DM proclaimed "THAT is how you Play Chaotic Neutral"

  5. Tfw nareator says "We have a dagger with a gem to trap his body." and captions tell you "We have a dagger with a gem to trap his soul."


  6. I remember once getting out of being eaten alive by rats by letting my gnome be swept away by the sewage currents, it took me hours to navigate my way out of that sewer system, I stunk for pretty much the rest of the day after once I got found a drainage that i could squeeze through.

  7. I’m confused: aren’t Devils the ones who like to set up some kind of “party”, while Demons are just evil murder-interdimensional-hobos of D&D?

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