Through Halls of Dust
Twenty Sixth Day of the Second Month 294 AC
At Lya's urging you decide to make your way back to Kasath as the sun sinks below the horizon Sorcerer's Deep though the moon has long since risen in its place above the ruins of the City of Caravans. The two of your find the city empty, above and below. Skid marks among the broken cobbles and other hurried signs of evacuation mark the places where those of its inhabitants who had the good fortune of not being drafted into the colossus' host had decided to leave the city where they had perished to hunger and sickness.
Alas that not every inhabitant had decided to depart, like a pair of blood mad ghouls who spy the two of you and think to make a meal of you. Hopefully their conjured pyre will help to warn off other scavengers, not draw them in. While you doubt there is anything left in the city proper than can threaten you that does not mean you are looking forward to arcane investigations with one eye over your shoulder looking for trouble.
Descending into the catacombs under lantern light you are pleased to see that here too there is little sign of lingering dead, though there is a faint sigh echoing in the distance and scrambling in the dark far too loud for rats greet you, but nothing worse until you reach the chamber Teana's shadow had scouted before.
"An ossuary..." Lya recognizes it at once, though it had bee disordered, bones once arrayed in a ritualistic manner each in their own nook now gathered in corners almost as though it were the lair of some beast. Inscriptions upon shattered urns provide the date and more importantly the purpose of this place. This had once been the burial place of the priests of Anu-Sinugh, a fitting place for the last gate to the realm of a dying god to manifest. Yet oddly enough it is not at the center of the complex that the path opens.
Instead the magic of passage which had flowed like water through the corridors seems centered on a dry pool that you can just glimpse from the door of a narrow alcove the two of you just managed to squeeze into through judicious use of magic.
"Can you read what it says there, around the rim?" Lya asks, knowing your eyes are sharper than hers, especially down here in the dark.
"Yes... it was an offering pool. You were supposed to throw works of your craft in there to be judged by the Sky Smith and then be granted fortune and inspiration as suits your work. I don't think it was ever supposed to let people through at all. I suspect the idol used it as an unexpected back way into Kasath when it 'persuaded' the 'Mob' to go to war in his name."
Lya nods decisively. "I can work with this, just need a bit to figure out the geometry of this place and I should be able to untether it from the pool and link it to something we can take out of here."
You could not say for certain where Lya managed to find the knuckle bones of a blacksmith buried in unhallowed ground on such short notice, much less had it encrusted with rubies and onyx. An enchanter's work requires many strange reagents, but the magic takes hold, like grey mist rising from an open grave it clings to the bone and coils around flesh, blind hunger having survived the passage of its maker's final vestige, though that will not be the case for long you know at once.
What do you do with the last remains of the dead god's demiplane?
[] Keep it for study
[] Offer it to one of the realm's gods
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OOC: Lya would not have been able to pull that trick on a demiplane that was not utterly abandoned if anyone's wondering. 
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