Coming from assorted backgrounds you met at the south gates of the Great City waiting for them to be opened. With debts growing and struggling to make ends meet, some not even able to afford arrows for their bow, the group of you found yourselves in Mustertown.
This little ramshackle village just outside the Great City walls sits on an area of dry land just between the Great City and the expansive Sunken City the swamp has been reclaiming for centuries. While the Great City is harsh on debtors, they allow ones to form Free Companies to venture forth into the Sunken City via a Sending Stone to make their attempt at striking it rich.
Meeting up at the Soiled Dove you quickly found Old Soily who told you about the protocol for forming up into a group and heading out into the Sunken City. With the copper piece fee paid, arm bands distributed and clay marker to note your next of kin should you not return you were given directions to the Sending Stone to the south via a narrow causeway.
Along they way you met The Lady who seemed to live in a small shack along the route. She seemed pleasant enough and wished you well on your journey to the Sunken City.
Reaching the Sending Stone, towering some 20’ high and years of glyphs faded by the weater save for the horned head that seemed to be weathering better than the rest. Wasting little time the group placed their hands on this massive stone and found themselves transported through swirling darkness to a misty, grassy, swampy area of the Sunken City.
With the smell of roasted meat from one direction and a great areana visible in the distance to the north, the group chose to move towards the smell of roasting meat. En route you encounterd eight opposumen, a cross between man and possum. The battle was brief with your sheer numbers overwhelming these strange beasts.
Finding their camp a short distance away you found some rope, lean-tos and 8 bottles of wine. Following some drag marks from camp into the waters of the swamp where you lost track of them you found yourself beset upon by two large crocodillos. While much tougher than the opposumen you once again managed to defeat both beasts. Being resourceful you mangeged to cobble some crude leather shirts for makeshift armor and food for several days to pack along.
Continuing to the north you reached the great circular arena with the word ‘Madazkan’ carved into the stone arch of the gatehouse. A dead tree with roots trending downwards also marked the doorway.
Deciding to use the great staircases on the exterior of the arena you found yourself in the stands of the arena with hundreds of skeletons littering them. Spying a pavilion across the way, the group worked their way through the stands to the pavilion. One tried to ease their way along the edge only to slip and fall to their death. The remaining group used the doors to enter the pavilion.
Within you found more skeletons that appeared to have defending this area. A skeleton sitting in a chair was clutching a black mace with chains that was freed from the bony grasp. Several swords and armor were also found that acted as upgrades for the group.