The Warforged Without a Name

Ashtakala
The Meeting of The Lords of Dust

The Rakshasa walked through the bustling streets of Ashtakala. The busy streets that he walked on were teeming with thousands of fiends and mortals. The buildings were made of basalt and bronze and appeared to be from untold ages ago. Ashtakala appeared to be a vibrant metropolis from the Age of Demons hundreds of thousands of years before, but it was all an illusion. Powerful magics morphed the dilapidated structures into what they were when they were newly built. The fiends and mortals on the streets were simply glamers that nothing more the light and sound.

The place stood as a reminder to The Lords of Dust of what they lost when the Rajahs were sealed into Khyber. Their secret plans and unknown machinations were all looking to bring back the glory they once lost long ago. Even the archaic clothing that the rakshasa wore was an illusion which was put over his clothes that were the best that the City of Sharn had to offer.

He walked briskly through the lie that was the streets of Ashtakala towards a monolith of brass that dominated the skyline. This was the central library of Ashtakala where the Lords of Dust met when dire times necessitated it. This was the second time a meeting had been called within five years of each other, which was a first since the Age of Demons. This meeting was for the same reason as the last.

Rakshasas were dying.

Rakshasas were fiends created by the Rajahs to act as their eyes and ears in the mortal world. They were made from humanoid stock and had the faces and fur of a tiger. Their distinguishing feature was that their palms were on the backs of their hands instead of the front like humans. Rakshasas were made to be immortal like any other fiend though their connection to the material plane meant that they were killable. Unlike other fiends, death did not mean returning to the abyss where they came from where they would reform over hundreds of years, it instead meant nonexistence. Killing a rakshasa was no easy thing to do, they deflected most blows by weapons and resisted all but the most powerful spells. They were also very capable combatants, some being powerful magic users and others being stalwart fighters. They also all had the ability to change their form to that of any of the other human races and, with their natural talent for subterfuge, this meant they would rarely only rarely come into a situation where they would be in danger.

Despite all of this they were dying, by the hundreds.

Tens of thousands of rakshasas survived the rebellion by the couatls that ended the Age of Demons and sealed the Rajahs and the rest of the fiends into Khyber. Their unique nature allowed them to be the only minions of the Rajahs to be able to escape banishment. Most serve their Rajahs deep within Khyber, the rest formed the Lords of Dust. Their goal was to go into humanoid society and help release the Rajahs from their imprisonment. They took the forms of ambassadors, henchmen, nobles, and even peasants and worked from their places for their greater goal. In Khorvaire, the Lords of Dust had nearly two thousands agents spread about the Five Nations. The passing eons had seen less than a hundred of the rakshasas dying. They were tough. They were good. They were nearly unkillable.

Then, twenty years ago, fifty rakshasas went missing in the city of Korth in a single month. Karnath was always subject to the occiassional purge of governmental officials and citizens, but they never succeeded in killing a single rakshasa. The agent always got away or killed their executioners and take on another identity. At first The Lords of Dust simply thought that these rakshasas had been purged and would resurface eventually.

None of them did.

Then more went missing.

Then bodies were found.

By the end of a year, nearly two hundred rakshasas were dead with more missing. The Lords of Dust were panicking. It was soon discovered that a handful of warforged owned by the Emerald Claw were responsible. They spent sixteen years trying to find and kill the warforged that were responsible. They sent countless assassains, levied political pressure on the Emerald Claw, and even had the entire organization outlawed only to see more rakshasas disappearing.

The Lords of Dust met five years ago and devised a plan to destroy the warforged murderers. It was a good plan and it would certainly kill the warforged.

They planned to destroy a nation.

The humans of the Five Nations now call it the Day of Mourning.

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Cannith Member Arrested in Bar Slaying
Dragonmarked Aundairan expected to make bail

Sharn Evening Register
Monday March 9th, 998 YK

Cassius d’Cannith, a dragonmarked member of House Cannith, was arrested Saturday morning and charged with the murder of an unnamed bartender at the Golden Wand, a bar in the Cogs, late Thursday night. Witnesses to the slaying say that d’Cannith and the bartender were arguing for several minutes and they then went into the rear of the establishment where more shouting was heard. D’Cannith then came out of the back room hourse later without the bartender and left. Concerned patrons went looking for the bartender and found him dead.

D’Cannith is an Aundairan who was in town for a yearly party thrown by House Cannith at their regional headquarters in Sharn. He arrived Thursday morning, less than twelve hours before the slaying. It is unknown what his business was in the Golden Wand, but the clientele at the bar say they argued about a tunnel. “That Aundairan man came in here with a big huff and started talking all quiet like to the bartender,” says Azhag Grumbrook, an orc who has lived in the Cogs his whole life and frequents the Golden Wand. “Then they started raising their voices yelling about some tunnel.”

In a statement by the Metropolitan Police, authorities confirmed that there was a tunnel in the back room, but they did not comment on where it went or what was on the other side.

Bond was set for d’Cannith at 100000 gold pieces and he is expected to make bail. House Cannith refused to make a statement on the events.

“I’ve been going to this bar for twenty-five years now and I ain’t never heard nothing about no tunnel until last Tuesday.” Grumbrook relates. “It was about eight o’clock and some people came out of the back room. No one saw them go back there, so it was kinda weird seeing them come out. They slung some [clearly false] story about being plumbers or the like, then [the bartender] leans in and asks them if ‘the tunnel is open again’. They didn’t know nothing about that, they just left.”

-Alexander d’Jorasco

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Mission Report 1

Insertion was successful. Target appears harder than expected to obtain. Could take days, weeks, months…

More once secure channels are established.

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Mission Report 2

Dear Sir,

Allow me to apologize for not contacting you sooner. It was necessary to establish familiarity with the situation before assuming privacy would be maintained through communications.

I have had significant time now to observe the target, and I have learned much, though certainly not all relevant information regarding the more… unique aspects of it.

I will continue watch and learn as much as possible until and opportunity to seize and transport the article presents itself.

More details to follow as they become available.

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Journal Entry II

So. this may or may not be important but I figure it will be worth an entry just to remind myself that i have told Arty and James Woods everything I know about myself, which isn’t much. I told them this while waiting to meet a contact on a case that Bugsy set up for us to check out. Have to make most. Have to pay rent. Have to eat. hahah just kidding. I think I may be developing what the meat sacks call a sense of humor.Can’t be too sure though.
So we are approached by Gerald Black who is looking to have his son severed from a cult. The cult is headed up by a guy called Nomag Quah. Met Brother Alan, then went to learn a little more about this cult’s deity. Met a professor named Dr. Harntett. Before getting our info from the professor. James Woods decides to break in. Some impersonations and hilarity ensued. I ended haing to punch our clients son’s lights out. The bastard Manhug Quah got away.just missed him with a bola. He got his after snitching to the cops and ambushing us at our apartment. His body is now deep in the cog damn near kyber i bet. Took Johnathan, Gerald’s son, to get healed up. Then took him to his dad. Oh and Alexander d’Jorasco was the half-ling healer.probably should keep track of names. Might be important someday.

Signing off,

Fuck! Damn. I need a name.

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Journal Entry I

Just in case. Write it down. If only I had a written record of what I did during those two years. I’m going to write the important stuff down from here on out just in case my memory goes screwy again. Or someone screws with it again. Anyway, Arty and I were at the bar. Either way. A fellow warforged by the name of 6 came up to us and asked if we could help him. I am always glad to help especially one of my own kind, plus I am so bored. He said his friend 8 had gone missing. I asked 6 the most important question I could thing of. I asked him if he was afraid of 7. He did not find it funny because 7 didn’t eat 9, he died in the war….I’m a dick
Sooo. We got the info and then got approached by a changeling named James Woods. He was the one seen at that troll’s house with us. he said he could help. He seems alright enough. He has given me no reason to trust him. He said he knew a guy. Bugsy. This contact of his set us up with an apartment and the whereabouts of our missing warforged.
So off we went, all three of us to this drug lab, run by some goblins. I made pretty easy work of them. We grabbed 8 and were on our way. I feel like we forgot to do something..oh well, I am forgetful…apparently. We got him back to 6 and made some money. Not too shabby. I could get into this. It felt good to get into a little combat. I mean if you are good at something never do it for free.

Sincerely,

aww shit.

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Big Trouble in Little Cyre
Dead man found in temple, cult suspected

Sharn Evening Register
Thursday February 19th, 998 YK

A gruesome scene of murder was found in a Little Cyre temple early Wednesday morning. Two patrolling constables responded to a man shouting for help. The man, who is reported to be an Aundaran named Nomag Quah, claimed that a group of people had broken into his temple. Quah fled when police went to investigate. Police saw three men, one warforged and two humans, carrying the body of a third human man. The three men escaped the scene and police were not able to pursue.

Police found two men inside, one unconscious and one dead from sword wounds, who were identified as clergy members for the temple. They also found a statue of an unknown deity, a summoning circle, and various religious paraphernalia. The unconscious man was taken to a Jorasco healer and is currently in custody under charges of cult activities.

The temple was a very recent addition to Little Cyre. Nomag Quah, the head cleric, came to Little Cyre preaching salvation by his God, Tenebrous. His claims that the ancestors of those who worshiped him would be saved struck a chord with the Cyrans living in their enclave in Sharn. He gained a large following of worshipers along with a small group of devoted who lived in the temple with him.

He was not idolized by all members of the community. “I knew that man was up to no good,” says Azhag Grumbrook, an orc who frequents a restaurant near the temple. “That man would stand in the streets talking, starting riots. I knew he was a bad man.” Authorities say that they had been watching the temple since a February 3rd incident when several neighboring shops were broken into during one of Nomag Quah’s sermons. It now appears that Nomag Quah was starting a cult in the basement of his temple.

An arrest warrant has been issued for Nomag Quah. He is described as a very gaunt human, 5’5”, with a tattoo of a green dragon on his right shoulder blade. He carries Aundaran travel papers, though he is not believed to be from there. There is a 1500gp reward for Nomag Quah or any clues leading to his arrest.

The Metropolitan Police Department does not know how the three men fleeing the scene factor into the events that occurred Wednesday morning, but they are wanted for questioning. Officers on the scene did not get a good look at any of the four. They are described as two Brelish men of indistinct looks, a warforged, and a very tall Cyran man.

“I for one am happy that that man is gone and not spreading his evil amongst these Cyrans.” Grumbrook says. “They’ve suffered enough and they don’t need some charlatan coming here, selling them snake oil, and giving them false hope all the while using the people to start a cult for some evil god. I think those people who were seen leaving went in there and broke the cult up. They’re heroes blessed by the gods.”

-Alexander d’Jorasco

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Drug Lab Found, Eight Dead Goblins Within
Adventurers suspected

Sharn Evening Register
Thursday January 15th, 998 YK

A drug lab was found in the early hours of this morning in the upper Cogs. A concerned citizen noticed a large pool of blood outside a warehouse’s door in Smith’s Tower and informed the police. The police entered the warehouse and found eight dead goblins and thousands of gold pieces of drugs within. The goblins were reportedly killed by puncture wounds sometime late last night, most likely from a dagger, sword, or other piercing weapon.

The drug trade in Sharn has increased heavily in the past years since the end of the Last War. The influx of refugees from Cyre and other war torn locations along with the opening of the borders to travel has created war in the Cogs. Experts say that more than ninety percent of the drugs coming into Sharn come from abroad, specifically Darguun. The drugs are being brought in by a gang called Dhask which has connection to the Daughters of Sora Kel, a nebulous coven of hags who control Darguun. Dhask has come into conflict with the halfling gangsters who have controlled organized crime in Sharn since before the Last War.

In a statement by the metropolitan police force earlier today, they confirmed that the warehouse and the goblins within had ties to Dhask. They do not have a current suspect as to who committed the slayings. Authorities said that the case was especially perplexing because several hundred pounds of drugs and several thousand gold pieces in cash were found on the premises.

Members of the community were hesitant to comment on the incident, though some claim that it was done by the same group who set aflame Havlok Skulltaker earlier this week.

“First they kill that troll, now they’ve gone and taken out those damn goblins who’ve been messing up this area.” says Azhag Grumbrook, an orc man who has operated a deli in the area for over twenty years. “These people are the heroes of the Cogs.”

-Alexander d’Jorasco

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Havlok Skulltaker Seen on Fire, Drowns
His friends mourn, Cogs rejoice

Sharn Evening Register
Thursday January 8th, 998 YK

Havlok Skulltaker, a troll living in the cogs was seen running from his home in the Cogs Tuesday night on fire. He ran to a House Cannith stamping plant across from his home and jumped into a quenching pool. He was later found dead in the pool. In a statement by House Jorasco earlier today, officials were unsure of the cause of death because of unfamiliarity with troll biology, but drowning was cited as the leading suspicion.

Havlok Skulltaker was a veteran of the Last War. He served on Cyrean front for fifteen years with distinction, earning no less than eighteen commendations for bravery and wounds suffered. He retired at the end of the war and moved to the Cogs.

While living in the Cogs, there were many accusations against him of theft, murder, extortion, and consumption of witnesses. He was arrested several times and investigations were made by the Metropolitan Police, each time ending in his release due to lack of evidence. The people of the Cogs claimed that he got off due to corruption and his ties with the Red Claws, a gang in the Cogs.

On the night of his death, witness place Skulltaker in his home eating dinner alone when three unknown individuals entered the premises. An altercation was heard inside and Skulltaker ran flaming out the front door less than five minutes later. The identity of the suspects is currently being investigated by the Metropolitan Police force.

Havlok Skulltaker’s funeral will be held tomorrow evening at eight PM in the church of the Sovereign Host in Stavloros Tower, Cogs. There will an unofficial wake held at the Lonely Wizard Tavern in the Cogs celebrating the death of Skulltaker.

-Alexander d’Jorasco

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