Tales from Tabletop

Session 7.2: Lord of Abyss

Chapter II: Before the Throne

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Selene and Jezran were dragged through countless intersecting tunnels and hallways. Outside of the bindings on their hands, they were left altogether unhindered. It was likely so the fish-men did not need to carry the two of them the entire way.

This allowed the two to process the path they took. Even if, due to the nondescript nature of the passage walls and the fact every ancient, massive hallway looked the exact same, it would be impossible to remember.

Still, probably worth counting the positives before we die, right? Selene thought dourly, Or whatever it is this Lendrig wants from us.

With this lull in action, Selene found herself going over the events leading up to their capture. The strange translation she received in particular, and then this random summons.

She then remembered Jezran's reaction to the same name when it was called out by the fish-men.

"Hey Jezran," Selene whispered.

Also lost in his thoughts, Jezran did not hear her. She had to nudge him as they came around a corner to get his attention.

"What, yes?" He said, looking around in confusion.

"Do you know who this Lendrig guy is? Sounded like you knew his name," Selene asked, trying to keep her voice down.

Jezran nodded, "Yes. He is an old figure in this city. I've found records of him in the little I've managed to translate here and there. He was a very powerful mage a long time ago. But I have no idea how he could still be alive."

Selene thought for a moment, then said, "I think it has something to do with that mural in that room we saw. When I collapsed, the words were translated in my head."

Jezran, in spite of their situation, could not hide his excitement at the thought of a translation, "Oh? What did they say?"

Selene told him as best she could. It came surprisingly easy, as if it had been burned into her memory.

Jezran listened intently, then said, "Strange. I think you're right. Whatever this 'Heart' is must be connected to it..."

His speech slowed as his eyes stared off into the distance. He was clearly considering something important. Important enough that Jezran forgot where they were. He began to slow his pace, causing the fish-man behind them to shove him into motion again as Jezran let out a small yip. "What if that creature below the city is that beast, the Igryss, from the inscription, Selene?"

Before Selene could respond, they were led into a massive chamber, similar in design to the temple, but this one appeared crafted from the rock as a facsimile. The room, despite the grand sweeping ceilings and ornate stone work, was barren of anything noteworthy. As Selene looked around, she realized it was only distinctive for the same enchanted lighting they found in that hidden room.

At first, Selene assumed the fish-men were lost, but then something strange occurred.

Water poured through grates strategically placed in the ceiling above. It rolled down the walls like a waterfall until it congealed in the center. As a small pool formed, it began to rise from the ground and took up for itself the design of a massive throne.

As the water flowed into the chair, it began to change. Clear water turned dark, it reminded Selene of the times she would sit aboard the Admare, watching the dark waters below as waves lapped at the sides. If she looked closely, she could almost see the faintest forms of movement beneath the water's surface. The forms were indecipherable from the inky blackness, but it reminded her of the Firstborn, which was enough to send a chill down her spine.