The Red Pony, Lower Ward.
Corbyn Wardkiller, the enigmatic kenku was pleased with the effort even though the results weren’t quite what he’d wanted. But such is the nature of secrets, sometimes you have to dig deep.
He asked you to lay low, yet keep your ears to the ground. All these questions might have turned unwanted attention their way and consequently; his way.
Another job was offered, this one personal. Which means it has nothing to do with Shemeshka the Marauder, but then again everything that goes on ins Sigil has to do with her, or so the chant goes.
Tiandra is a dark skinned woman, clad in expensive clothing, her features should by any means be called beautiful but when you met her you found her repulsing in a way you can’t understand, it’s not that she is hideous, it’s just that she is void of everything that can be seen as appealing. The same goes for tha youn half-elf boy that accompanies her.
They claimed lizardmen had stolen something from them with a contraption made of a “dark stick” with a bottle at one end. Is someone out there stealing the “charm” of people?
Tiandra wants it to end and she wants what was taken from her back. For this she will pay them a handsome sum.
So our heroes go prowling the Lower Ward where these attacks took place after dark. Long story short: They found the Khaasta (Alligator-like lizardmen) and fought them but the main group got away through a portal.
A day later and after visits to Lissandra The Gateseeker and Alluvius Russkin of Tivvum’s Antiquitites you obtained needed key to activate the portal, a Silver feather from an Arcadian Dovehawk.
What happens next will astound you!
Chariamaur, an ancient strip mine in the Outlands, nestled between the realms of Ilsensine – the patron deity of the Illithid, better known as Mindflayers and Gzemnid – The Great Mother of Beholders. Certainly not the nicest of places.
Once there you found yourself in the filthy surroundings of the ancient, abandoned mine. Mud covered ground spotted with oily puddles and air tasting like lead. The tracks were easy to follow and they soon took you to a strange rotunda, half sunk into the miry mud nested by one of the dark cliffs rising like ebon icebergs from the surrounding swamp.
Before you could get close enough a figure came running out of the building, dressed in dark, rich robes, clutching it’s head, it’s tentacled face showing only terror unscribable. Before it was able to reach you it’s head imploded, collapsing in on itself as it died horribly before you eyes.
Being curious cats you decided to enter the building, as any sane person would do. There you saw a dark portal, flickering with violent power and another mindflayer clutching a dais on the floor, one eye dark with blood as skin started to peel off his face “DEAD….GOD IS DEAD! a horrible voice boomed in your heads The secrets are lost. It has slain our Maanzecorian….. as the creature dissolved into nothing so does the voice leave your head and a burst of strange, useless knowledge enters you heads.
Turning to the portal you see into a violent world of cold shadows, but an even darker shadow stands within, tendrils of pitch black surrounding it so you can’t make out it’s form, but you can feel it’s watching you, as it takes a step closer just as the portal is destroyed by the violent energies.
Maanzecorian dead? The Illithid God of knowledge and secrets, who killed him?
You could not linger long on those thoughts as a terrifying scream was heard outside, a bestial roar more primal than anything you’ve ever heard.
Three demonic creatures, apelike in appearance, terrifying and primal were drawn from their lair by the death of Maanzecorian and soon found you. The battle was fierce and brutal, but they fell one after the other…… what now?