Responding to a call for aid from the Pact of Mournhold, Enorian
citizens and their allies found a sobering scene. In a raid on some
local smugglers, the Pact were assaulted by the horrifying Thrim, a
threat long thought deceased, and retreated after losing one of their
number.

Delving into the smuggler's caves revealed a dank cavern system, running
many miles beneath the wet stone of the township. Strange gibbering and
shrieking fell upon the ears of those who ventured into the warren, and
soon the delegation was embroiled in vicious violence as a cult of
mutated Thrim-worshippers reacted to the intrusion with a savage
counter-assault.

The voice of Migyar, the high cultist of that strange place, ravaged the
minds of those who approached, taunting them for their persistance and
ignorance, but soon enough his plan became clear: his cult planned to
bring forth a new Kerrithrim from Migyar's seed, a horrifying mass of
fused and deformed creatures.

In a vicious, bloody battle, Migyar's child was cast down in pieces, and
the high cultist himself was slain, though his inevitable return was
predicted by another of the strange individuals beneath the township.
For now, at least, the Shastaan Warrens are merely a dangerous place to
visit, and not a world-ending threat or womb for a God-killer.

Penned by my hand on the 15th of Slyphian, in the year 401 MA.