Excerpts from “Seraphet the Gargoyle King and Other Lost Stories of the Invasion”
This handwritten book contains the memoirs of the author’s days as an adventurer during the dark days of the undead invasion of Amthydor. A red, silk bookmark is set in a page near the front of the book detailing an encounter with a creature known as Seraphet the Gargoyle King.
“… even with all the adventurers pouring into the city to fight back the invasion, things were going poorly. The Service District remained a safe haven and the gods only knew how long that would last. The locals believed the stone gargoyles the local masons were churning out were warding off the hordes of walking dead. As it turns out, they weren’t entirely wrong – or entirely right, either.
At the height of the invasion, the Jade Palace was one of the few places still under control of and large enough to host a decent size group of people. I made a call for a general assembly and with the help of Snebli, a gnomish illusionist, and Alliandra, a Paladin of Peliron, we managed to gather a fairly large group of adventurers for a council.
Lo and behold, no sooner had we finished our Hero’s Feast when the door burst open and one of the chief lieutenants of the Undead Horde decided we were ready to surrender! Seraphet, the self-proclaimed Gargoyle King of Amthydor was standing there silhouetted in the doorway. He had even managed to drudge himself up a crown and a sceptre! All told it was rather a comic sight.
Needless to say, I had a large hand in what transpired that night, for better or worse. It would later be revealed (after conversations with the stonemasons) that Seraphet had mistaken all of the statues being displayed throughout the district as a symbol of our subservience to him. Needless to say, when he arrived without any sort of bodyguard he was quickly dispatched by the assembled heroes. Unfortunately, the details of his demise are somewhat sketchy as it is rumored that his body turned to a gaseous mist and floated away.
Alliandra, Snebli, and I pursued the mist as far as we could that night, but with Seraphet’s demise, the protection for the Services District also seemed to collapse. It was soon all we could do to fight back the rising tide of undead. Alliandra swore to pursue the matter, but there seemed little profit in pursuing a dead gargoyle’s lair, so Snebli and I moved on to other matters. Last I heard Alliandra has sealed the creature’s crypt over in the old Mannersby manor, still engulfed by the chaos of the Poor District. I’ve thought about visiting the place, but every time I do something else comes up…”