A road untraveled

The ‘elected’ group of four Black-cloaks seat themselves around Lord Akkbarr. Unsurprisingly, thanks to his fellow Nerull cultists, he’s been raised from the dead but… just not all the way. He emanates evil and the Black-cloaks feel sickened just looking at his pallid skin and burning red eyes.

The bravest amongst them, clears his throat…

“The adventurers took the wrong path and the last surviving Duergar mining expert successfully triggered the prepared tunnel mouth cave in. They’ll not be coming back that way.”

Lord Akkbar smiles, revealing sharp, yellowed teeth and bloodless gums.

“Shame, I was looking forward to returning a few, fire themed favors. Where did they end up?”

The senior Black-cloak tries to smile in response but his lips refuse to co-operate.

“They took the tunnel toward the Duergar underground Kingdom. I doubt they got that far though. They’ll probably have been killed by the revolting filth eaters that inhabit the stinking, fly infested sewers below King Edrab’s realm.”