Belthomias (lieutenant to Zetch’r’r, leader of the Sha’sal Khou), ambushed an ulitharid in an attempt to take possession of the Gith Capacitor, and barely escaped with his life. He did, however, manage to establish a psionic link with the artifact and transfer that connection to a reliquary containing a shard of bone from Zerthimon, the original githzerai anarch.
Belthomias gave you the reliquary, knowing that you would fail without it. As the Gith Capacitor grows in power, the light from the reliquary grows as well, serving as a rough indicator of how much time you have before the artifact is fully charged. Additionally, the reliquary telepathically implants directions to the Gith Capacitor in the mind of its bearer, one step at a time.
The reliquary led you to a rather unremarkable material plane, then down into its Underdark. You traveled for an unknown length of time through endlessly winding stone tunnels, with only the reliquary to guide your path. Between the creeping darkness, the claustrophobia-inducing ceilings, and the drip . . . drip sounds that hover on the edge of hearing and somehow manage never to have any visible source, your nerves are quite thoroughly on edge by the time the spectral troll appears behind you.
Belthomias (lieutenant to Zetch’r’r, leader of the Sha’sal Khou), ambushed an ulitharid in an attempt to take possession of the Gith Capacitor, and barely escaped with his life. He did, however, manage to establish a psionic link with the artifact and transfer that connection to a reliquary containing a shard of bone from Zerthimon, the original githzerai anarch.
Belthomias gave you the reliquary, knowing that you would fail without it. As the Gith Capacitor grows in power, the light from the reliquary grows as well, serving as a rough indicator of how much time you have before the artifact is fully charged. Additionally, the reliquary telepathically implants directions to the Gith Capacitor in the mind of its bearer, one step at a time.
The reliquary led you to a rather unremarkable material plane, then down into its Underdark. You traveled for an unknown length of time through endlessly winding stone tunnels, with only the reliquary to guide your path. Between the creeping darkness, the claustrophobia-inducing ceilings, and the drip . . . drip sounds that hover on the edge of hearing and somehow manage never to have any visible source, your nerves are quite thoroughly on edge by the time the spectral troll appears behind you.
OOC: Again, I'm sorry it took so long.
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