May the gods have mercy on our sins, for they are many fold. The consequences of our actions are only beginning to be revealed to us, and they are ever more dire. Ambrovere is in a state of barely controlled chaos. The city has a tension in it, like an overstrained wire. Things look normal enough on the surface; the denizens of the city manage to continue to go about their lives, shops are open, life goes on. But there is strain, too. Every guard I’ve seen is in a hurry, and there is a feeling of unease rippling under everything. Dark rumors abound, reports of strange creatures in the oldest buildings.
Changlings weren’t the only things Rok’thull unleashed upon the world.
On the morning of our second day in the city, we ventured to the Great Library, hoping to obtain some information on what we have done, but found it boarded up, a gnome sitting on the steps searching through a stack of papers. There were creatures inside, he said, coming from the lower level, but the library was not an important enough building to warrant the attention of the Guard. There were other buildings like the City Hall and the King’s palace that took higher priority. Eventually he agreed to let us in and even give us a few books in thanks if we would go in and scout the library for him, which we readily agreed to.
The things we initially encountered in the library spat acid, but luckily didn’t seem too quick, in any regard. We found we had to venture to the lowest level of the place, three very spacious floors underground, in order to obtain what might possibly be the most important of the tree book we were allowed. The floor was torn asunder, a gaping mouth glowing green save a ring of stable surface around the edges. There was something different here, a flying thing that we had to fight off to get the final book, though that is not what has left me to tremble, even now under a safer roof.
No, the horror came on our way out. Monsters swathed in green fire began climbing out of the earthen gullet, followed by a creature larger than I imagined any but dragons to be. I only caught a glimpse as we ran for our lives, but a glimpse was enough. We barely escaped the place alive.
The danger (fortunately?), seemed to be exactly what the librarian needed, and he was able to use a scroll to call for protection of the place. I suppose ’twas more fortunate that we were there to see the Great Wyrm than to have it appear at all.
I fear this is only the beginning.
Upon leaving the library, I suggested to my companions that we head back to the Inn only to retrieve our belongings, so that we might retire to the apartment I retain in the Vale Gardens. The recent quakes had broken my front window and left the place a shambles, but my well-intentioned (though slightly eccentric) neighbor Northrop boarded up the window and kept an eye out for thieves whilst I was away. I write this now the morning after, and I daresay my own bed has never felt more comfortable.