Tomb of Transformation

Uncover the secrets of the nearby cemetery and its new denizens: A lycanthropy cult bent on perfect transformation. Dynamic battles with body horror and trickery, this adventure will keep your party guessing just what is going to change next!

“I see you have successfully claimed Karazar’s abandoned lair and the scrying pool is working as well.” The harsh voice emanated from the small bowl of rippling water held in the hands of the brass statue, filling the dark chamber.

“We have been most fortunate that we were able to re-purpose the deterrents left by the builders,” Malain said. “Though I am quite busy with my research, how can I serve you Ther Atul?”

The voice seemed to hiss through the air. “Heir Elmore grows impatient with the pace of your research and demands that you deliver a working potion. Soon. Your concerns for safety and process are slowing down our chance for ascension and we find this delay unacceptable.”

Malain’s hand twitched at the harsh critique of her methods. Best not to mention the runaway cultist, she thought, lest the punishment for it be enhanced by their current displeasure. “I live to serve our great cause Ther Atul. My process is guided by the need to make something that can be replicated and improved upon. I will deliver as promised. Rushing the process runs the risk of further unpleasantness.”

Malain could have sworn she could hear the sound of grinding teeth through the scrying bowl before the rippling stopped and the room was quiet again. She turned to leave and get back to work.