Li Salagh, the Walking City, Last Wonder of the dying world

Above Kiara's left ear a tiny sprite frowns at Lyeas "We're going with him? The dark one? Son of shadows! The foul offspring of the demon house and queen of spiders!?"

Kiara waves idly at the fey buzzing around her head, trying to call them into some semblance of order.  I'm not sure how I'll keep Lyeas from doing anything, she mutters to herself, then louder says We'll make you proud, sister, and father too.

A high elf feygent approaches Urindel and escorts him from the central vault to the main reliquary. She glows a dim blue, illuminating the array of artifacts affixed to the walls, most of them dating to the end of the Alodantric Dynasty. A thick stone sarcophagus leans upright in a central recess. "Do you know what this is, Urindel the Clever Jig?"

Silently she reaches out and presses a pattern on the side of the sarcophagus just so. A line of blue light bisects the thick stone from head to toe. Inside, a plush padded humanoid shape has perhaps a dozen small scraps of brightly glowing mummified flesh carefully laid into it. "This is the High Aescendant Emperor Alodantriel Faelynn." She bows her head in adoration. The luminescence of these tiny scraps of flesh cause Urindel to turn his head and shade his eyes.

"One of these pieces of the Aescendant was recovered two hundred years ago from a catacomb on the shore of the silver coast. It was kept in the Larrui keep in the Gneeshi isles until it was brought here during the cataclysm." She turns to look at Urindel. "It was you who recovered this shard of the Aescendant. High Lady Larrui, Mistress of the Mere had sent you into a very dangerous place. Through your clever resourcefulness, stealth and deft hands, you were able to succeed." She takes a chain shirt off of the wall, and pulls it over Urindel's head, adjusting it to his arms and chest. "Your determination, bravery and strength..." She wraps a belt around his waist and attaches a morningstar to it. "Your- cunning." She slides a sheathed rapier into his belt. The sarcophagus closes silently. She finishes equipping him with a pack, a shortbow and survival gear. "Are you prepared to serve your goddess Araeshi?" She breaths heavily "Follow me." She leads him towards the vault's foyer and the tall bronze doors.

To Draven Trumaris

Lucian bows and gestures to the door, and follows Draven back inside. Lucian's eyes drift for a moment, as if in deep thought. "I think I know the perfect spot in Avernus for a tower. Where the sky is the perfect shade of red, close enough to the pits to make use of them, but far enough away that the screams are just out of earshot." He says with a wide, toothy grin. "I do have a few, practical questions. Will I be able to identify the titans? If the titans are down there, how can we bring them back here?"

"To gain real power, Fear must be conquered, and bend it to our will." Lucian glances over toward the barge, and with an almost imperceptible shudder says "I have been through the Citadel, but never used one of those blasted things."

We are able to control our fears, lets venture forth and find these titanic souls.

Dairmida opens her door. She glances at Arctorious, wondering if indeed his idea about killing Fabion with the Demon in the Box -joke or not- is a good one. "It would be easier to cut his rope." Devorar comes from around her and dispenses of his usual show of fierce protection as he sniffs around Arctoious' pockets. "I think he's warming up to you." She hefts her pack over her shoulder and, slipping a tiny portrait of her parents into her pocket, joins Arctorious in the hall. "Stop smiling so much," she says this in a growl, but beneath her gruff tone is amusement, "We're both very likely going to die."