DP 3: Narvon's Sinister Stair (d20)
Old-timers still speak of Narvon the Charmer¸ albeit in hushed tones¸ as if the long-dead cleric might hear his name as an invitation of some sort. This is¸ of course¸ absurd¸ but also gives eloquent testimony to how feared Narvon was in life. Long ago¸ Narvon established a strange cult in chambers carved within stony Stolkoya. For a time¸ the cult flourished¸ but after only a year¸ during a night full of strange lights and bizarre lightning¸ the cult came to its end. Intrepid investigators found almost all of the cult's members atop Stolkoya¸ mutilated and charred. The few survivors proved irrevocably mad¸ gibbering about "frogs from the sky" and "wings that never flap". As for Narvon¸ all that remained was his head affixed to a spike. Investigators reported that Narvon's face in death bore an expression of purest joy. Since then¸ no one has dared climb Narvon's Sinister Stair.