Temple of the Megas
Increasing demand for Fusion placed an unnatural strain on the local supply of Serum. Poor quality substitutes that were typically used for fuel were ending up in the bar taps. Not that the Mutants minded.
The City was draining more of the natural supply from the rivers to feed the refineries than the land was willing to give. Another drained lake, but this one was different. At its basin was the top a temple's crown. Perhaps the lake we drained was there for good reason...
The Expedition Guild was notified and they sent Mr. Weisz with his Hound.
Within he discovered an Aladdin's Cave of artefacts and totems, but the vast statues that filled the walls seem somehow connected. There is something Othersidely about this place. Strange occurrences linking the monument to the emergence of new sighting of Mega Mutant Hounds have piqued Mr. Weisz's interest. He is determined to uncover the mystery behind these events.
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Temple of the Megas
This libertine was born on the side of the coin that royalty had its back to, known to frequent the many watering holes of Serum City and share the stalls with its bruisers and barflies. His roots are anything but royal, armed with an extensive armoury of language and overly flamboyant clothing, he has crafted a convincing veneer of regality that grants him an audience in every room, although he tends to prefer those with a fully stocked bar. Whether it’s permanent inebriation or his poetic leanings, everything he delivers is wrapped in allegory and conceits that require footnotes to fully grasp.
Information flows freely in the drinking dens he frequents, and that's the currency he uses to manipulate the Cartel's operations, carving out a kingdom in the gutter. He knows its alleyways better than the rats themselves, and very little moves in this place without The Duke pulling a string, lighting a fire, or whispering in an ear. Though he may be the loudest peacock on the cobbles, the moves he makes to sow others fates are never seen.
