Making your way back down to the presbytery you find two cultists guarding the doors rather than the plane shifting spiders from before. They recognize you and lean into the doors for a quick moment before Myra comes out.
"I thought you agreed to leave us in peace? Why have you returned?"
Myra reads the small note quickly and takes a second to look uncomfortable. "Mog-Lothar told me Nahum was planning to betray him. He was leading the others in a ritual when I disrupted his ritual..."
Myra thrusts the paper into Marina's hand, "Take it. It might be able to draw the power of the heretics into even our sanctum." When she hears what the visions were she frowns briefly. "It sounds like that is the history of the key. Some of that even I did not know."
Kontha moves up to smell the item.
Myra scowls at Kontha, keeping one hand on her spider leg sickle, "Do you have any other questions? I've given you everything I know at this juncture."
Another night at Madame Carrington's, another night of only just avoiding being pulled into the dream realm. The next day Weatherly contacts you through a discreet messenger. She says to head to Rook's Roost immediately.
The inner sanctum of the Rook’s Roost is eerily empty. Its many beds and sofas have been pushed aside to create a clear path to the rear of the establishment, where a single door hangs torn from its hinges. A thick pool of coagulating blood spreads from the doorway, giving off a heavy metallic odor.
The owner of the establishment and some of his bouncers nod you into the room. Beyond the portal into the private 20-foot-by-20-foot den is a scene of incredible carnage: the mutilated corpses of eight of Barvasi’s Band are sprawled out on reclining chairs, their blood pooling deep on the room’s floor.
Above the corpses hang several tangled hoses that lead to small spigots above each couch, where they hang over the heads of lounging users. The hoses snake upward toward a strange apparatus on a tall brass stand behind the couches, itself crowned with the gapingmouthed, decapitated head of a dead-eyed frog-like creature: the preserved head of a slain hydrodaemon. It is the same creature you fought off and killed on the docks.