Chant Of Mad Cultists Being Murdered

[*witchinghour]

Danae, after having to bury a fellow woman of faith, and then captured and tunnel-jacked into a prick of a god's realm (as she thought anyhow), was now keeping an eye and ear open for any more of the murders taking place. Especially should the symbol of Kelemvor or Jergal be present, of course. As well as anything of this threatening her dear friends. The priestess certainly did not appreciate the threat to members of her faith and previous faith, much less one specifically directed at herself from the perpetrators and let alone their god. As much as the gods do not have sway in the cage, it mattered not in this situation. Their followers surely could stir the pot.

[*EM_Ghanadaur]

The half drow narrowed her eyes at a tall point, watching down upon the constructs and their intervention...many questions raised...many questions would be answered.

[*Pellease]

Amon wanders undersigil quietly, or at least that's what people remember.

He is searching for any psychic residue similar to the other attack which he experienced through the victim's skull. A cerebramancer with a specialization in clairsentience he tries to pull everything he can from the psychic environment and time itself.

When he finds an inhabitant alone who is unwarded he puts his enchantment specialization to work, charming or if need be dominating them to get his answers and then wiping the memory in the case of the latter.

He is as silent about his reasons for searching as he is in the town's memory.

[*Taurus Daggerknight]

The reports reaching Factor Andor's ears were so far vague, but troubling none the less. He'd spent the last two years dealing with Powers using the Cage in their games, and he wasn't looking forward to a third act...

Still, being the sort of matter that could not be ignored, he immediately set to work coordinating what resources and agents that he could spare from the Fey situation.

[*Mander]

The Gray Vizier had finally met it's match. The battle between undead horde and the cult of Ghanaduar had raged through the tunnels of undersigil, and it was the kaisharga forced to retreat with it's corpse mutilated by far realm slime that reached past wards against acid. The threat had proved greater than anyone realized. It left a report with the mercykillers as per the terms of it's sentence and vanished into Niflheim to regenerate and gather more undead for a second assault.

[*rapsam2003]

Morthos sent out the quiet word. He wanted to know about this Half-Drow. What were her motivations? What was a Cult of Ghanaduar active now? The Cambion offered to pay in rare gems, any that would give him information.

He would pay even more to those who could give him clues on how to fight this cult.

[*EM_Ghanadaur]

Following the events of the vizier provoking the followers, abominations roamed throughout undersigils deepest reaches, adventurers coming across certain goblins and kobolds with a parasitic slime controlling them, attacking anybody that came near, trying to pass on the ooze to a new host.

Those in the bazaar would hear chant of the Cerulean Sign being used by a very specific Signer which banished oozes away from people, and protected their being, albeit a very powerful variation of it.

Morthos would be told the same about the cerulean sign, in the bazaar. As well as the acid protection which everybody seemed to boast about...

The darker chant:

The denizens of the salt plane have reported acurances of certain one winged warriors wearing purple, black, and green, in the salty wastes.

[*EM_Ghanadaur]

A new chant would arise of Ather's recently being attacked in the plane of salt..

[*EM_Ghanadaur]

A new chant arises that a few adventurers caved in the bottom of the staircase near the tharizdun temple, the wildside subsequently attacked by umberhulks and other abberations.

[*Taihou]

Grand Prince Ikazuchi had not been wasting time, but as soon as incident in Bazaar had been over sent samples, he collected to one of biological research and vivisection facilities, belonging to military of his homeland, in hope, that qualified scientists and scholars there may be capable of determining the nature of the ooze, from both, it's fragments he collected from his glove, before it absorbed itself, as well as how it could affect one's organism, from his own blood sample, as well as samples o burned ooze.