Though it was not clear what would be waiting the party in the cellars below, they had found the key and had convinced Magnus to join along with them. The steps they took down the stairs to the cellar doors were slow, deliberate.
And past those doors, what they found was a ghastly set of corridors and a seemingly makeshift prison cell; one filled with a myriad of bodies, who looked to have been both living and undead alike when they were slewn. Many of them had been torn apart, butchered, with the responsible butcher itself kept down there as a ward — a towering behemoth of flesh and bone, animated by shadowy powers and armed with a blood-drenched axe.
After this beast had been slewn, Magnus lead them along to a door that it had been guarding; one so old and rusted as to make it seem untouched for years, though its frame visibly glowed with a dark, sickly energy.
The door was flung open, and behind it the party was greeted to a glimpse of a realm that seemed to stretch beyond any space the lands around could've held. They had uncovered a planar gateway, and the plane beyond was one in which swirling clouds of purplish energy filled the air, where the cellar floor broke out onto a crumbled rock that appeared to float in the midst of an empty nothingness.
It was out there that the party heard the horrifying words of a being that appeared to have expected their presence, hungry to satiate itself on their life force. Out from the shadows, a being of the void descended upon the party and attacked. The battle was hard, but ultimately won, causing the mysterious rock upon which they were stood to rumble as it quickly broke apart — forcing a sudden, tumultous escape back through the door and into the cellar again.
The gateway looked inert behind them, and the door that had once led through now only led into a dusty old storage room. The spoils from the battle was something to consider, if nothing else! As among the belongings of whoever had been unfortunate enough to come by the manor before, were a number of valuable gemstones and a hat imbued with the power to magically disguise its wearer.
With these items in hand, a tale of battle to tell, and Magnus at work to now tidy the old manor up, the party ventured back to Tarren Mill. There they reconvened with Dareau's Brother, Gideon, once again, though the man seemed utterly bewildered by what he had heard. How could his brother had done so much, fallen so far, and yet he had been too spell-bound to know any of it.
He rewarded the party for their deeds, all of which summed up to quite the feasible bounty after hard work was done to sell off any and all items they had brought with them from the manor.
While Zachariah seized an opportunity there to instill Gideon Fletcher with his wisdom, of the fine balance between light and shadow, Servius Felheart took that evening to pen a letter back to the Undercity, to Sylvanas Windrunner, to tell of all that had happened.
"After a due consideration in working together with members of your cause in the Horde, I believe that in due time that it will be prudent for the Sin'dorei to join you. Perhaps. If our fate is not within Outland.
Signed,
Ambassador Servius Felheart."