Strange Times

Making a new life for yourself, a new identity, comes with all sorts of risks. Some find you, and others you go looking for as you build your new reputation. Last week I heard a tale from a pair of yellow bellied caravaners about a cave whose walls glittered, but that they left behind after seeing something foul that spooked ‘em. Found a group willing to do the deed of casing the place, we were not prepared for what we found. Humanoids of various races working like drones to mine tirelessly. Orc natives from the plains supervising them, not sure if they were also under some sort of spell. And worst of all a brain. Not the kind of thing you might find in a doctor’s jars either. A massive thing floating in the air, beaked like a bird, and with numerous tentacles hanging from below its stem, waving in the air. We didn’t stop to ask question, and it didn’t care to address us either. We exterminated the unnatural abomination with extreme prejudice. Got the feeling based on some tracks we found that it wasn’t working alone. If I had to wager a guess, it was working for someone else. We better keep an eye on that cave.