Message in a bottle
When a fisherman from Three Towers snagged a bottle in his nets, unknowingly he set city-wide panic in motion. Recognising the draconic script, but not being able to read it, the sailor took the message to Baazeel of the Bazar. Baazeel traded up selling the note on to the Commodore. Then spread the several versions of the story throughout drinking dens and harbour taverns so that within hours the city was buzzing with rumours of a beastmen, giant wizards, Tiamat, and the impending destruction of Three Towers.
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Krell's story
My people were slaves of the serpent people of Hurth Nessk. The Serpentfolk stole my people from the realm of Nergal.
Hurth Nessk before the earthquake.
When Nergal woke, his fury shook the kingdom of the serpent people. The ground heaved, and the Temples of Set fell, many died, the serpent folk and my people. Master and slave crushed. The serpent folk who survived the world-shaking perished when Nergal's breath leaked up through the broken earth. However, my people could breathe Nergal's choking air and lived. For generations, we ruled over the ruins. We knew peace. We forgot about Set and Nergal and stopped the sacrificial orgies of bloody violence they love.
Lokra came the night of Nergal's festival, smashing our defences and eating our chiefs. The giant made my people return to the underworld. A few of us hid and later made sacrifices to Set in the hope of regaining his favour it did not work Set had abandoned us. When Tiamat's horde fell on us from the sky and the sea, we fled. We could not go inland, Lokra would capture and eat us, so we took to the sea on the ship that had floundered on our shore years before.
But Tiamat's son Ozric has come and is dragging us further out to sea and no doubt to a watery grave. Ozric wants the Serpent Stone, the ancient altar of Set, Hurth Nessk's bloodiest relic. The living black shrine is darker than the hearts of priests who have drowned it in bloody sacrifices for millennia.
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