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Trouble is "at hand"

[posted in front of City Hall]

I am shocked.

We have been attacked on all sides, attacked from within, and now we have been told that the last of the, hidden, Dunwarren svirfneblin have been slain to save us.

We are led to believe that we should rejoice that 400 gnomes have died, and go deeper into the city to escape the threat from outside. Was that the Chosen cheering we heard the other dark? If so, they already know of it and the location.

Good people of Upper and Lower, there is a book in the library stating how the svifneblin were tricked into the the Appetite's pit to escape the Drow Attack.

Roarin Bilmfrickten The Chosen disseminated information among the populace of Dunwarren that a final attack was soon to be mounted, and that the city could not stand any longer against Traensyr. The population were told that the only hope was that they retreat further into Dunwarren, and hide. Let the drow pillage all that they could and leave. Dunwarren and the svirfneblin, and most importantly the Appetite would survive.

So it was that the deep gnomes began to retreat from the homes they had held for so long. In large numbers they moved to the deepest, darkest areas of Dunwarren. Places that had been carved out by the Chosen for the rituals necessary for its transformation.

The deep gnomes were driven into a huge chamber, far below Dunwarren where they beheld a terrible sight. The Appetite, now long since having lost it's central eye, atop a massive pillar of black basalt. Surrounding it on the floor were the bones of the hundreds of gnomes that had been sacrificed to it over the years of occupation. The Appetite's moment was at hand.

The threat from inside Dunwarren awaits us. Do you wish to walk into the domain of the Appetite? Pyotr Ignatiev has constantly been driven to cause trouble for Sanctuary from the very beginning. The options of staying to fight or finding another place are much more preferable to following the hand we know means us no good.

Sanctuary citizen two years strong, Zebulon Smythe