A Deal with the Devil
“The Devil went down to
Georgia (or wherever your player’s adventures have taken them)
he was lookin' for a soul to steal
he was in a bind
'cause he was way behind
and he was willin' to make a deal
When he came upon this young man
sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
and the devil jumped
up on a hickory stump
and said boy let me tell you what
I guess you didn't know it
but I'm a fiddle player too
and if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
but give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold
against your soul
'cause I think I'm better than you.”
he was lookin' for a soul to steal
he was in a bind
'cause he was way behind
and he was willin' to make a deal
When he came upon this young man
sawin' on a fiddle and playin' it hot
and the devil jumped
up on a hickory stump
and said boy let me tell you what
I guess you didn't know it
but I'm a fiddle player too
and if you'd care to take a dare I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good fiddle, boy
but give the devil his due
I'll bet a fiddle of gold
against your soul
'cause I think I'm better than you.”
-
The Devil Went Down to Georgia (Charlie Daniels)
My mind wanders from time
to time. This weekend, while binge
watching Arrow, I saw the episode that Billy Joel appeared in. That got me to thinking about “We Didn’t
Start the Fire” and more specifically the lyrics. I thought that “Rock and Roller Cola War”
would make a really good title for an adventure, especially as a follow-up to
the Battle of the Bands idea I wrote about a couple of weeks ago. But, try as I might, I couldn’t figure out
where I wanted to go with it but my train of thought did carry me to “The
Devil Went Down to Georgia” and I said…”Hey, now there’s an adventure (or at
least an awesome encounter) if ever I heard one.
A devil approaches one of
your players’ party members and challenges him to a musical duel. The stakes, you ask? One instrument made of gold versus one
soul. A search through assorted Monster
Manuals and other sourcebooks revealed to me that only one devil in any of my
books has Perform as a skill. That
is the Archdevil Levistus. The Book of Vile
Darkness lists his Perform skill at +42.
That is damn near insurmountable for all but the most accomplished player
characters. Then again, Perform isn’t a
single skill; it’s a group of skills like Craft and Knowledge so ranks in one
type of performance don’t carry over to another. I divided by three (one for Percussion,
another for Stringed, and the last for Wind Instruments) gave him a score of 11
ranks (plus his hefty Charisma bonus) in each.
We’ll assume, for sake of the story that this encounter happens after
the events surrounding the death of the Hag Countess and Levistus’ release from
his icy imprisonment.
Ok. That’s a bit more reasonable.
The Lord of the Fifth,
Levistus, rules over the layer of Stygia. He appears as a six-foot-tall
humanoid with very pale skin, dark hair, and a goatee. Were it not for his
entirely black eyes and pointed teeth, he could pass for a human. Hmmm… that sounds familiar…
Everett: What'd the devil give you for your soul, Tommy?
Tommy Johnson: Well, he taught me to play this here guitar real good.
Delmar: Oh son. For that you sold your everlasting soul?
Tommy Johnson: [shrugs] Well, I wasn't usin' it.
Pete: I've always wondered, what's the devil look like?
Everett: Well, of course there are all manner of lesser imps and
demons, Pete, but the great Satan hisself is red and scaly with a bifurcated
tail, and he carries a hay fork.
Tommy Johnson: Oh, no. No, sir. He's white, as white as you folks,
with empty eyes and a big hollow voice. He loves to travel around with a mean
old hound. That's right.
-
O Brother, Where Art Thou?
How you decide to handle the contest between the devil and the
bard is entirely up to you. If you want,
the other PCs can join in, sing back-up or provide musical accompaniment and
you may want to arrange things so it is a series of contests spread out over
the course of the night since the fate of a soul is a lot to let ride on a single
die roll. But, I digress. After bouncing the idea around throughout the
course of this evening, I think that I’m going to insert this encounter into
the 1920s chapter of the campaign I am currently running. The players’ find their characters gathered
in the dimly-lit, smoky taproom of a Chicago speakeasy when a man calling
himself “Levi” appears and challenges one of the PCs or a close ally of
theirs. I just like the mental image
this gives me. Plus, if I use the ‘20s,
then it sets up a possible encounter with another Archdevil – Mephostopheles
who the party’s family members may have met back during the Old West.
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