Into the Wreckage

17 Tarsakh 1373

After sealing their deal the night before, Dynff, Vuutharak and Faridoon went their separate ways for the evening, bedding down as the early hours of morning arrived.

The next day the three tended to their business separately – preparing themselves physically, mentally and most importantly, financially.

Dynff awoke in the dark little drafty cold room that he had taken the night before, at the Day Harbor Inn – the sound of rain running on the roof. He recognized he made a deal too far the night before with Faridoon and Vuuthrak, and had made his way through the streets in the light rain to send a message to his Shadow Father, Enveris by way of an attendant at the Dockside Rope Company. He would meet him later at the Skull and Four Bones, before meeting Vuutharak.

Fairdoon woke late in the afternoon to the rain outside, and the sound of water dripping from every crack in the little shanty he was staying in: nothing more than a 2 dozen beds in a common room, under a make-shift-roof. He tended to his equipment, making sure the worn rings on his chainmail shirt were not coming undone and practiced a bit with his mace. By evening he paid for his room, and left the shanty-inn. He made his way to the Skull and Four Bones to get a meal before heading out with his new employer, an unnamed Drow.

Vuutharak had heard the water slowly picking up throughout the morning, but did not rise until late afternoon. He rose out of his bed of broken furniture, straw and junk, in the ruins below the sewers and decided to scout the path ahead that night. He returned just before sunset and went directly to the alley behind the Skull and Four Bones, waiting for his two charges.

By sundown, Dynff had been in the Skull and Four Bones for several hours, patiently awaiting Enveris’ arrival. Finally he arrived, along with Gill “20 eyes” and Faridoon shortly after. Dynff and Enveris spoke about the importance of his assignment and, before leaving, Enveris gave Dynff enough gold to cover the additional unseen expense of running Faridoon under the wall with him. After their conversation, Faridoon joined Dynff at the table, and then left to meet Vuutharak in the alleyways.

As the group made their way down into the sewers, the rain, which had continued lightly all day, began to pick up. Once underground, they noted the steady stream of filth, waste and garbage flowing west. Vuutharak lead them onward. Unfortunately, Faridoon had mistaken the conditions he would find himself and neglected to bring a lantern. Unable to now see, Vuutharak lead him by rope, blindly and deeper into the tunnels.

They made their way through the sewers which twisted and turned, through a series of crumbling stone worked tubes, ladders and iron stairs descending ever downward. As they moved into the bowels of the undercity, the smell of a hundred years of waste, became toxic. As they entered the main line running between the Upper Docks and the very eastern border of the Crescent Downs, Faridoon was struck ill. Using a piece of cloth he tore from his clothing, he covered his face and waited a moment. After a few minutes he was able to go on.

They made their way through the main line, moving westward towards the Crescent Downs. After several hundred feet they arrived at a 30ft section of the main tunnel that had collapsed; rivers of waste from both sides tumbled down into the darkness, where is crashed into a body of water, far below. Vuutharak assured them, this was the way forward, noting the section had been collapsed for some time now. As they began to find a location to tie a rope and head down below, Dynff caught the sound of moving water that wasn’t coming from the waterfalls, but from behind them in the tunnel!

Rushing as quickly as they could, Dynff assisted tying the rope with Vuutharak. Faridoon waited patiently, hearing the rushing water coming down the tunnel towards them, and then finally grabbed onto the rope and began to slide down. Vuutharak followed quickly behind Faridoon, but it was too late for Dynff. Just as Vuutharak began to head down, the wall of water hit. Dynff leapt off the ledge and dove 60ft into the pool below slightly injuring himself as he hit the water. Faridoon managed to cling for his life to the rope as the water came tumbling down over head, while Vuutharak lost his grip and fell, crashing into the water below on his side.

After the water from above slowed down, the group pulled themselves from the water, caught their breaths, and began to head down the tunnel towards their final destination. On the way, they noticed the tunnels and water ways deeper down appeared to be more like crumbling ruins then sewer tunnels, with crumbling mason walls and suggestions of ancient complex architecture.

Traveling some ways down the tunnel, leading away from the waterfalls, the group came across a large room likely apart of a massive entrance at some point with six towering pillars, three on each side. In the center of the room they saw liquid dripping on what appeared to be the remains of a large rat and surrounded by chunks of broken wax. Above, a gaunt creature sat perched between a pillar and the ceiling, its arms and legs like tentacles with spiny pads for hands and feet. It was twitching erratically while devouring the belly of the rat. It initially did not seem to notice anyone.

Attempting at first to sneak up on the creature, Vuutharak made his way behind the pillars, but altered the beast after stumbling a bit. It lashed out in a blind fury, but was quickly dispatched by the group – a bolt from Dynff’s hand crossbow landing the final blow in the creatures head.

Collecting their wits, they finally began the long trek to the surface, eventually coming out of an alley a few blocks from a popular inn, the Raven’s Tongue. Too exhausted to find separate lodgings, they rented a large room for the night thinking carefully about the next task at hand: Senator Olis Samreich.