The Desecrated Wyrm's Trove

Deep within the calcified ribs of a long-dead dragon, the party stands triumphant over a disparate band of guardians. The massive corpse of the purple worm dominates the chamber, its maw overflowing with gold and the acidic remains of less fortunate thieves. Near the cooling remains of the mind flayer, the air still thrums with residual psionic energy, while the hags' presence is felt in the lingering stench of swamp rot that clings to the most ancient treasures. The void cultists had clearly begun to siphon the hoard's latent magic, leaving several items humming with an unsettling, dark resonance.