You make your way through the Pyraculum quarter of the city now. The City Market in this commercial sector is larger and more controlled than the Commoner’s Market in Avencina. Many of the city’s artisans make their homes here. Of all the lower-class wards, only Pyraculum has managed to stay free of lockdown. The air above the ward is thick with patrolling dragons. This makes it all the more ironic when you weave through the streets taking advantage of Agon's ability to fly for a long stretch of it, even though you never go
up so much.
You soon reach the wall of your ultimate destination, the Furnance. The wall protecting the inner tier of the Furnace stands some hundred feet tall, a great barrier of basalt and slate whose surface roils with heat and smoke. A huge flight of steps rises from an open courtyard to the gate itself—twin brass valves 50 feet high, their surface flaring with a molten glow. An enormous red dragonspawn slouches by the stairs, its black eyes watching for any sign of trouble. A half-dozen salamanders pace around it, with more walking the wall high above.
Beyond the wall, the dark lines of the Charcoal Palace of the efreets is suddenly lit by a storm of lightning heralding the arrival of the gargantuan blue dragon you saw before. This must be the exarch that Bahamut named as Namissi, descending now to the roof of the palace. Millennia-old elemental stone shudders beneath him as he perches atop a parapet like a bloated crow. His long neck whips side to side, scanning the city as he roars in rage.
The good news is that not a lot of people will be paying attention to you if you break you way into the gate...
What do you do? You can telepathically discuss before you do anything else, of course.
Monster knowledge checks would be one Nature and two Arcana.
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