Glimpses of Hyboria

The Tower of the Elephant

Twisted treasures of a mad priest

The Maul of Arenjun. Nearly as infamous a lair of wolfish thieves as Shadizar itself. Murders and con-men, prostitutes and deserters; those who have no where else to turn find shelter in the crowded, fetid streets of this city.

Among the desperados in the nameless taverns are four fresh faces. Fools who laugh at death and inquire about the one edifice that sets Arenjun apart from the capital of Zingara – the Elephant’s Tower.

The men of Arenjun fear little, save a debt collector with an armed guard, but even these hardened rogues know better than to even speak the name of the priest who is said to be master of the Tower. He is known as Yar’a.
A few questions led to more than the four bravoes bargained for. Wandering through the refuse strewn streets, an old man waved them over, insisting that he knew what they were seeking. Things were not as they appeared.

“You seek the Heart of the Elephant. Don’t deny it. I have eyes and ears enough in the Maul. I will aid you if you aid me…”

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