Having found the Lost Cistern and delivered the information to Murter Dyan, the heroes were asked to follow thru on what they had found scratched onto the Cisterns Interior. A partial Map of the Table lands, which responded to a fragment of clay marker the group carried. Dyan felt this info was crucial and retained the heroes while his underlings retrieved Varun, the human who had originally sold the quest to the Cistern. There in Dyan’s estate the heroes stood by while a mind-bender, Azzer, plumbed the depths of this wretches thoughts. A location was gleaned, an ancestral estate deep in the warrens.The heroes set off, some motivated by reward, others on retainer by Dyan. Along the way the group ran headlong into a marching Riot of brickers that pushed them deeper into back-alleys. The Buildings loomed around them while hooded figures slinked in the shadows. By the time they arrived at the estate they had survived attacks by Ruin-Creepers, a group of feral halflings and the undead that swarmed up from the underground Elven River near the estate. In the depths of the Estate the heroes overcame a dwarven apprentice of Aravek who guarded fragments of information on the creation of Aravek’s Cisterns. Destroying the wight also shattered an unstable gate into what could only be the gray, where motes of dread phased through to dominate flesh. The group also met a primal wanderer in the depths. His motivations where his own but he helped banish the wight.
Dyan was pleased up[on the return of this crucial information and requested the heroes to attend the First Coucil of Nobles. He would gather his resources to survey the lost cistern meanwhile he proposed a civil project everyone could benefit from. Water, Pulled from the air, around strategic locations in the Tablelands would give Tyr footholds for new forts and outposts. Dyan passed the fame onto the heroes but his proposal was met with disagreement and outright ridicule. Tyr is broke, It has no funds to support an army much less to build cisterns in the wastelands. The first council of Nobles quickly devolved into chaos and screaming matches. The exclusion of the Artisans and freed-slaves added more fuel to the fire when they managed to force their way into the council hall.
The heroes had seen enough of the wisdom of the Council and decided to aid a mul in need, Nori a bricker reached the Group through Drogan. A well-liked supervisor had recently been killed in an accident in the Brick Yard Kiln and Nori suspected foul play. She asked the heroes, who had a good rep in the city to ask what the Templar in charge intended to do about it. Heroes where pointed to Quaan, Templar of the 6th Rank and overseer of the Brickyards. Quaan is an over worked man of middle ages and uninteresting features. He keeps guards on hand to dissuade agitated workers from attempts on his life. Because of the many years Kalak poured into the creation of the pyramid other civil projects have fell into decay. One only need to see the long line of messengers bearing wax tablets and papyrus scrolls standing their turn to bury this man in bureaucratic regulations and orders to see why he is oblivious to the happenings in his work yard.
Suffice it to say after a few hard looks were shared at the heroes and their questions, the group retired to the Weeping Widow Wine Sink. The group passed the time in whichever vice they preferred and discovered a member deep in his cup wrapped in the arms of a dancer, Sandra. After that encounter the group heard that practice fights would be held until the Arena was made ready for preliminary rounds. Tyr was hosting its monthly games in hopes to raise a purse for civic projects and the reward was grand-master training in martial, the way of the unseen, or other rewards the king might grant.
After a few fights between the rougher free-slaves and some junior gladiators several members in the group scored enough points to advance into the next round of fights that would be held nearly a week later. During the conclusion of the last fight, disaster struck the stadium as several beasts were freed from their pens and turned upon the crowd. The heroes sprang to defend themselves and chased three culprits into the Brickyards.
The group lost some of the terrorists in the crowds gathering in the brickyards outside an administration building. The situation was volatile, dwarves and a trio of thri-kreen had brought a concern to the overseers attention but were being turned away. They turned on the nearest Templar, Erdane who approached in pursuit of the culprits. Just as the group had the upper hand an explosion rocked the Brickyards and rained down debris and smoke over the area. The Kiln of the first Flame had roared explosively to life. Rawr subdued the dwarf and hauled him half-way across Tyr to Dyan’s estate. The group needed answers while Abel and the others chased after an elf sniper. Erdane took up his templar duty and pursued the final culprit, a Tiefling, into the Kiln.
The heroes faced a Tiefling who worked at a crude ritual in the Kiln. Fire hounds burst from lava pools and a Magma Strider charged amid the heroes. Varis weaved between the blaze and struck at the Summoner who brought up a reflexive veil for protection. Marcupio capitalized on the dazed summoner and struck a killing blow but his blade passed harmlessly through a mirage. After the fight a sour Templar attempted to restrain the group but quickly thought otherwise when a dead body began rising from the ashes of the blaze. His guardsmen fled at the sight of Abel’s singed corpse. In a strange turn of events the reagents that were used in the summoning were claimed by Darsaadi. He said that when his clan and Abraxus were taken as prisoners, templars had confiscated his arcane goods. In finding his belongings he offered a quest to the group, Cruel as a Desert Wind.
The group regrouped at Dyan’s estate. Some members had come under the attention of Gregol the templar. Some brickers had seen them at the scene of the explosion, things are in chaos in and around the arena/ brickyards but Dyan has information his mind-bender tore from the dwarfs mind before he succumbed to his wounds.