Upon meeting a sturdy dwarven cleric named “Rumpy” at the Shining Maiden, the party set off north with Horgo Rune. Upon touching the ancient elven amulet discovered buried with Francis’ grandmother, Horgo was immediately able to remember details of the story he had heard in the elven canon. He had heard of death on black wings, and a city of the dead, wherein lived brains which walked on tentacles.
The party traveled, and discovered an ancient ruin somewhat covered by a mountain, almost as if the mountain had been dropped upon it. The party bartered using gestures and bread with the fungal peoples who had taken up residence in the ruins, eventually outsmarting them and, despite the vegepygmies’ apparent warning, descending into what appeared to be a collapsed jail. They descended, finding a long, winding tunnel, which led deep into the mountain.
Upon traveling for hours and reaching the end of the tunnel, the party found themselves upon a ledge which looked out upon a buried city. They could see hundreds of Illithids with thousands of slaves going about their daily business in the accursed place, and, far off into the caverns, were able to make out the massive form of a black dragon, restrained to a stone platform at the edge of the city and attended to by Illithid guards.
The party decided to make a desperate advance and attempt to free the black dragon under the cover of Horgo’s magic. They cautiously approached, seeing no way that the feeble restraints on the dragon could have actually held the monster, and fearing it must be under the mind-slaving effects of the Illithids. The powerful dragonfear held them at bay, until Brock managed to overcome his instinct and pushed forward, enthralled by the creature.
It was then that Horgo’s magics failed to conceal the party from the dragon any longer, and it whipped it’s head around. Briefly, Brock and the party found themselves face to face with the monster, it’s acidic breath stinging their eyes and it’s bubbling spittle burning their skin. Then, in a fit of desperation, Brock slung the ancient elven amulet of mind-warding into the dragon’s open mouth.
The beast, immediately freed from the mind control, turned and made quick work of it’s former Illithid guards. It then took to the skies, burning the inhabitants of the city below with it’s powerful breath, melting the flesh from their bones. It then turned it’s attention to the Elder Brain, in the birthing pools to the north of the city, where it fulfilled the prophecy foretold in the elven canon and enjoyed a bit of brain soup.
With the death of the Elder Brain, the far reaching memory suppressing psionic effects which prevented people from remembering the presence of the Illithids or the history of the Swallowed Lands was lifted. The Illithids were no longer able to capture travelers, enslaving them in secret, or to keep hidden from the outside world.
The party fled the city, making camp outside in the rain-drenched forest before heading south to Sulia.