Chaosgate Event 3 2024

Across Newgate homes and buildings fell to the inferno, crumbling to ashy wreckage under the onslaught. The Tavern though, covered with protective wards that prevented harm to its patrons, began to quake. Sigils filled with more destructive energy than they were ever designed to hold glowed white as they overloaded. Stone walls erupted outwards, the thunderous crack of its detonation heard throughout Tehiddith. When the echoes and radiance subsided all that remained of The Broken Claw Tavern was a void, gently smoking in the receding rain.
On the Northern Cliffs, hidden in a tumble of rocks a tiny pair of rat eyes reflected the figure of a cloth man, his arms raised up to the rolling clouds above the town. His robes and eyes the same bloody crimson as the lightning storm.