After your battle with Depora Azrinae you return to the Gold Goblin with many unanswered questions. What does the jorunal in your possession say? What was Depora doing chiseling off the Glyphs at the base of Arodennama? Why has the blot disappeared? There is at least the promise of some answers once Amelia memorizes spells necessary for reading the journal.
However as night falls, a flash in the Gold Goblin’s windows attracts your attention. You can see a streak of light arcing down from the sky, a falling star traveling a southward course. Yet the star does not burn out — indeed, the streak lengthens and soon seems almost as if it were hurtling directly at Westcrown. As the streaming light draws near, panic grips the city, but a moment later the falling star arcs over the city and out to sea, trailing behind it a smoky scar and the sound of thunder. The star streaks out to the south, reflected by the sea below, and then a moment later it strikes the island of Devil’s Elbow out to sea.
Amelia says “Imagine if we could get our hands on that meteor, think of all the skymetal that must have.”
“Skymetal? You mean adamantium?” someone asks.
“Possibly, there are many types of skymetals.” she answers.
Seconds later, a strange false dawn seems to rise to the south as a brilliant blast of light fills the horizon sending many shadow beasts fleeing the sudden arrival of light. Several moments later, a tremendous explosion rolls through Westcrown as a powerful earth tremor strikes. Many people are knocked off their feet by the earthquake. While the quake isn’t enough to destroy buildings you can see, it is enough to knock some shingles from roofs, shake objects off of shelves, or crack the glass windows in several of the city’s structures. As the tremor continues, an angry orange ball of fire rises into the sky on the horizon over Devil’s Elbow, spreading in an ominous mushroom-shaped cloud. By this time, much of Westcrown has gathered at their windows, hoping for a better view of the distant holocaust. A few minutes later, the water around Westcrown suddenly retreats into a bizarre and sudden low tide, revealing several sunken wrecks and flopping fish and more than a few stranded sharks.
Amelia yells out “A tsunami is coming!”
Fortunately, the shape of Westcrown’s harbor minimizes the impact of the tsunami, but still, only 2d6 rounds later, the water comes rushing back in toward Westcrown, a 7-foot-high wall of churning froth that slams into the waterfront with incredible power. People and structures within 70 feet of the shore are struck by the wave, many being carried inland by the wave’s power. Many injured or killed as they are hammered into buildings further inland. Only to be pulled back out into the harbor as the water recedes.
Several smaller tsunamis strike Westcrown in the surrounding minutes, but these are not severe enough to do much more damage. In the end, the tsunami deals more damage to Westcrown than the tremor. Dozens of ships are damaged, a few are sunk, but more are left stranded far inland. Many of Westcrown’s piers are ruined or damaged, and several of the smaller buildings along the waterfront are destroyed or partially collapse.
Many of those lucky enough to survive the quakes and the tsunami are quickly pounced on by shadow beasts as the false dawn fades.
Over the next several hours, the crimelords and Dottari of Westcrown mobilize in a way rarely seen in the fallen city, working together to put out fires, save citizens who have been swept out into the harbor, or hold off dangerous shadow creatures that have suddenly found a baquet of homeless souls in the city streets.
Yet perhaps more importantly, you have stumbled upon a disturbing discovery — the drow exist — and they might have actually pulled down a star from the skies above.