Come morning, the party was given a hardy breakfast. Before they departed, their host took Javonte Harte aside & suggested that the Sacred Stone Monastery might be the source of the trouble the party was seeking.
After departing Feathergale Spire, Organnac talked the party into checking out what he saw through the spire’s telescope. The party led their mounts down the gorge, seeking the opening in the wall.
Before they had gone far, two wingsuit-clad men attacked. The men unleashed magical waves of thunder, killing three out of four of the party’s mounts. The last horse ran off in terror.
The battle was brutal but over quickly. Silveno spotted a third man flying toward the spire & attempted to bring him down, failing to do so. Once they dusted off, the party quickly found the opening in the gorge wall.
Inside, they found a fissure that descended hundreds of feet. A rickety set of stairs was built into the wall, descending into the dark depths below.
After far too long a time, they came to the end of the stairs, which was still a few hundred feet in the air. An equally rickety bridge crossed the expanse to a landing from which a couple of passages expanded outward.
Far more attention grabbing than the bridge, however, was the large cavern with a glittering ceiling & walls that opened up in the stone wall. And dominating the center of the cavern was a stone pyramid. A moat surrounded it, forming a waterfall at the cavern edge & plummeting into the dark depths.
The party crossed the bridge, finding a gate cut into the rock wall off of the landing, the passage zig-zagging and arrow slits cut into the walls. There were also torches set up to provide light. As they passed through the gate, they heard what sounded like terribly off-key music coming from somewhere. Then they started to hear what sounded like cries of agony and terror.
Moving into the passages beyond, they found a long hallway, as well as a branching hallway that led to the cavern with the pyramid. Stone obelisks were lined up in that passage, with an emaciated person chained to each one. When they investigated, it quickly became apparent that the people desired this, thinking it some sort of purification ritual for a cult they were seeking to join. Moving on, they found a stone door.
On opening it, they found a pair of men whipping a group of what appeared to be slaves as they pushed some sort of great wheel. The party attacked immediately, and though the men proved to be spellcasters, they were quickly defeated. It was then that the “slaves” attacked, apparently more initiates to whatever cult infested this ancient dwarven realm. On defeating them, the party pitoned the door and rested.
On venturing forth, they quickly discovered that not only had their battle not gone undetected by the rest of the cult, but that the cult had also prepared for their departure from the room. What followed was a brutal battle that, somehow, everyone managed to survive. It was decided at that point, that while they had won the battle, it was likely best to leave and regroup. As they fled back through the gate, unseen archers fired arrows at them from the arrow slits. The party fled deeper into the dwarven tunnels, finding a relatively secure place to rest and recuperate.