Encounter in N'gah-Kthun.

Told during a festival for T'pari-Githyanki...

It was a twilit grotto of enormous height, stretching away farther than any eye could see. A subterraneous world of limitless mystery and horrible suggestion stretched before us. There were buildings and other architectural remains - in one terrified glance we saw a weird pattern of etchings, a savage circle of monoliths, and a low domed T'Skrang ruin - but all of these were dwarfed by the ghoulish spectacle presented by the general surface of the ground. For yards around the group extended an insane tangle of bones… Human, T'Skrang, Elf, Dwarf, and Windling. Like a foamy sea they stretched, some fallen apart but others wholly or partially articulated as skeletons. The skeletons were invariably in postures of demonic frenzy, either fighting off some menace or clutching other forms with cannibal intent. None in Barsaive could conceive a scene more wildly incredible, or more grotesque than the twilit grotto through which we seven staggered.

It was the antechamber of Hell, and poor Zarniwoop began to vomit when Gargravarr told him that some of the skeletons were partially digested. After sloughing down a few steps amidst the gnawed bones, we saw that there was an unknown light ahead. We followed the mystic phosphorescence for what seemed like days. We descended, deeper and deeper into the Kaer. A few steps more and our breaths were literally snatched from us by what we saw. So literally that Zarniwoop the youngest Nethermancer, actually fainted in the arms of Vroomfondel, who stood dazed behind him. Quordlepleen, his plump face utterly white and flabby, simply cried out inarticulately. Whilst I think that what I did was gasp or hiss, and covered my eyes. The T'Skrang behind me, G'Gug'Vruntt the only one of the group older than I - croaked the hackneyed "My God!" in the most cracked voice I have ever heard. Of the seven T'Skrang, only Zarquon retained his composure, a thing more to his credit because he was leading the group and must have seen it first.

We noted the strange inscriptions and unknown alter designs only briefly. Three of the "Vl'Hurgs" or should I say "The Ancients" had already seen us. Prime attention was paid to the momentous being behind the central altar. Within seconds, Zarquon had the Vl'Hurg leader - Necron - restrained with a magical barrier. G'Gug'Vuntt thus began weaving a spirit portal to banish the horrors. The rest of us took defensive points around the great altar.

The next part is a little hazy- forgive me, but my memory is not what it was - All I remember is the sound of blood curdling screams and the intense heat and the blinding flash of the Astral Gate closing.

It is a wonder that any T'Skrang among us lived, and kept his sanity through that hideous day of discovery... WE DID NOT STOP ALL OF THEM.

The Ancients and their Dark Horsemen search us out. They hunt even during sleep and consume, eternally famished. They are coming, may the powers of the Netherworld protect me, and those of the Brotherhood.

T'Laan-Yooden Vranx - Githyanki