The Lizardfolk are overjoyed to see that you have returned and have chased off the Ghost who Drowns. Now it is you that they will serve. They search for something that you and they might both like to eat, eventually settling on some wild beasts that seem like a cross between a rat and a beaver.
As the night progresses, your interest in the history of the Crystal Kingdom causes Dorila to ask if you’d like to hear the tale about how the Blessed One of Pelor, Ron, had freed some of her people from the cursed city. Haloisi had seemed slightly indifferent, but as Lyra went to nudge her, Thifal spoke up and expressed his interest in the tale. Perhaps it would have a clue they could use.
Dorila explained that when her people were cursed by Pelor and Erathis all of those years ago, there were some of their leaders who had devised a way to avoid the curse through the application of a mystic ritual meant to cheat death itself. By locking away their spirits, they could avoid the divine curse, and instead live without fear of death through any sort of mortal ending. It was the highest form of conceit, that they would be able to choose to live like an immortal god instead of living in service of those same gods.
Haloisi chafes a little at the thought that one should always obey, but these tieflings are a deeply religious people, and she wanted to hear more of the story, more than she wanted to debate one’s role and responsibilities to a god.
Thifal shook his head approvingly meantime, as a quick flicker of doubt in his eyes went unnoticed by all.
These ones, these would bring about an even more significant curse. The entire city where they dwelt and hid from the just and righteous gods would be taken from this world, and locked in a nightmarish realm of shadow and timelessness.
That cursed city would be lost to all for hundreds of years. Until the Golden Heroes and the Blessed One, Ron. In the time of the First Light, Unut the Unblemished, Ron and his heroes arrived. They had a means through a magic crystal to actually open a portal to the cursed city and seek out the knowledge that had been lost.
They journeyed within the realm of shadow and madness seeking out the knowledge of how to craft their star metal. But what they found within the cursed city was well beyond their power.
Giant machines powered by glowing crystals stalked them. They had been set to guard, and even centuries later, they guarded the city from that which was from outside. Powerful magic wards caused backlashes of arcane energy when they unleashed their more powerful spells, and the aspects of divine magic was weak. This forced them to use lesser magics and stealth to seek out the libraries within.
What they came upon was a small group of my people who had survived through the generations by keeping numbers small and the blessings of a deva who had chosen to be trapped within as well to give shelter and hope to the tieflings who remained.
They had guarded well the secrets of the forging of star metal, and with the divine blessings of Pelor, the heroes held off the advancing crystal soldiers until such time that the Teiflings could escape through the portal.
The Golden Heroes managed to escape and closed the portal behind them, stealing out the knowledge of how to forge star metal and the lost tribe of tieflings. It is said, that at that spot, a spring came up and now waters the desert for miles around.