With all the words running amok in Mentori captured at last, the high temple in Asadra took the bag of words and sealed them in a case of lead. They presented the case to Chance, to store with the other dangerous artifacts they believed to be permanently sealed within Carnos’ Tower.
Chance knew the Tower was far less secure than the temple believed, and so he convinced Priya that they must, instead, be taken somewhere the words could be safely disposed of. The Outsider words were from beyond the mortal realm, however, and there was no where in the world they could be left. After consulting with Enaros, a mad plan was devised.
Far to the north lay a hidden isle, where men could find passage to dread Lalotai, the Realm of Monsters. Lalotai was a demi-plane, resting between the mortal world and the Infernal, and according to a map in Carnos’s library, it held both key and door to the realm below. Utilizing her connections with the Periwinkle, Priya was able to secure a boat to take them to the northern isle, and after fighting their way through the temple there, they descended into Lalotai.
The Realm of Monsters was all that the name implied, but with great care, and great fortune, Chance and Priya managed to slip through undetected until they reached the cave of the Lost Traveler.
Before time began, the Lost Traveler was a mortal, and exactly what his name implied when he stumbled upon the garden of Lerean. He had long since eaten all his food and drank the last of his water, so upon finding the sacred well, he drank deeply. Alas mortals were never meant for such, and he immediately fell ill. In his delirium, he stumbled back to the road, where he collapsed.
Passing by upon an errand for Anrahd, Lerean came across the traveler and took pity upon him, never knowing the cause of his sickness. She found the jug he carried was empty and so she refilled it from her pitcher before returning to her duties.
The water the Lost Traveler had sipped from the sacred well continued to work upon him, transforming the poor man into an obscene monstrosity. Eventually, he was driven from the world, and settled into his hermitage within the only place he could be tolerated. His proper hands lost in the transformation, the jug sat unopened, its contents undrank.
Finding him asleep, Chance slipped the jug away and returned to Priya with it. They journeyed further through that awful place to a formation known as the Devil’s Stair… a great volcanic tear. No mortal could survive such passage, but Chance had reasoned that a draught of Lerean’s power from the Lost Traveler’s Jug would fortify them enough to make it possible. It could also transform them into monstrous obscenities, but he reasoned that since each could only drink half, then perhaps they might be spared the worst of it.
And so they drank. And then, feeling its power upon them, both jumped into the Devil’s Stair and plunged through wind and fire into the realm Infernal. Both slipped from consciousness, and both awoke at the back gate of the Ducal Palace. Bribing the guards with bottles of perfume brought for that purpose, Chance was able to secure an audience with the Duke, to whom he suggested a wage…