It seems your former chronicler has been claimed by the Raven Queen or perhaps he has made his way to his own god. I am Bluebean, the tabaxi. The historian in me is very excited to continue the words of your fallen comrade.
I first spotted this group while fishing a black feather out of the Dark Lake. I thought perhaps the feather belonged to the aarakockra, but he is of the tropical variety. Surely, the feather is a token from the Raven Queen! How else would a raven feather make its way down this far? Did she want me to engage with this group approaching the docks? The aura of death surrounding them was extraordinary. I had felt of late that the time was right to move on from Gracklstugh and I believe this to be the direction she wanted me to take.
Let me digress for a moment to tell you the interesting composition of this group whose names I will note in the foot as I uncover them: aarakockra (already mentioned; first encounter with this species), halfling (loud, amiable), drow (owns all these slaves, but they seem to act on their own freewill; perhaps I have a misunderstanding of drow society? Further speculation needed), firbolg (first encounter with this species; grim, flighty), tiefling (met one previously at university; argumentative), and elf (wood elf; child; frightened).
They hadn’t even tied off the boat when they were mocking an orc, summoning guards, and arguing with merchants. This will be a risky endeavor if indeed she has cast my lot in with this group. I hurry them away from the merchant before the guards come over and start to lead them to the tavern. I gave them what I think to be the best advice any outsider can get when coming to Gracklstugh – keep your head down and don’t make a scene.
They were looking for a stone giant named Hygraam. I explained the structure of the city and how outsiders will not have access to the area they would need to get to in order to find him. What are the odds? On the way there we found a stone giant getting beaten to death by the guards. Sender shouted dismal words to him in Giant and they pummeled each other a few seconds before the giant was slaughtered by the guards and Sender bit off the giant’s ear and went despondent.
The giant’s spirit left the body and sat with his face buried in his knees and his hands over his head. He wept. I let Sender know the spirit is nearby in case he wanted to say a few words, but he did not.
Some of us entered the tavern while others stayed outside. Durvis and I got along splendidly over some Dark Lake Stout (ABV 7.6%, reminder to self: 2 limit). I filled him in on some of the details of the city and he let me know they will be attempting to reach the surface soon. It seemed that I was indeed on the right path then.
Sender sat with a duergar and they whispered frantically to each other before going to a more secluded location. Frank shifted into a goblin form and scouted out the tavern. Around the time Durvis and I reached the halfway point of our drinks, Beidan came in and told Durvis that guards were coming.
The guards came in and quietly rounded up Beidan and Durvis. Fortunately, they left me to my drink. I followed out the goblin-drow and found out that those two and Void had been taken to the guard house. We waited for a while before Frank suggested we go in and see if we can find anything out.