Lilla’s body crumbled into ash, washed away by the retreating tide.
The party realised they had to get the hell away from the scene of the crime, and after some mild vomiting from Firuzeh, they set out after Verisha’s trail toward the Third tier. After an hour or so of movement, avoiding patrols from Church Guards, Cranzalar decided the group should sort out their wardrobe. He crushed his symbols of the Church, melting them with his breath weapon. Shortly after, an announcement was broadcast to the whole second tier, announcing the identities of three criminals wanted for ‘attempted deicide’.
Looking for better ways to hide their identity, the three found a store that offered assorted bricabrac – but a suspicious Verischa in weasel form followed the shopkeeper into the back room, where he was reporting his customers to the Church. The three were able to slip away beyond the notice of the guards that responded to his call.
The party’s trail led them to a long, flooded stretch of road – swimming through they were attacked by Jellyfish with deadly paralytic stings. Firuzeh took a bad hit and almost fuckin’ died, but Cranzalar and Vi were able to stabilize and heal her.
After resting up, the party was approached by Bailiff, a half-elf of indeterminate gender who was forced to communicate telepathically due to being deaf; this telepathy was one way, and only worked if the target was looking at a spell circle Bailiff had drawn.
Bailiff explained that the whole story of Floodwall’s Royals inheriting the power to keep the city standing is crabshit, and each of the Royals is immortal through individually unknown means. They’re tyrants that have been choking the life from the city for generations.
Bailiff was asking for the party’s help in bringing the Royals down.
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