"It seems most, if not all, of them are dead now. Their god must be fickle." He sounds less than impressed, he's had enough of fickle and chaotic gods to last several lifetimes.

"As the beginning stages of raising the barrier as far as I can tell. They needed a sacrifice in order to do so, though they called her a conduit so I assume they manifested their god here at some point. I've seen no evidence of it since. When they chanted to it there was a lot of," He gestures and casts Black Tentacle, summoning dozens of goopy black tentacles dripping with ichor out of the ground in a circle around the both of them. As soon as they wriggle up to their full height of ten feet he motions and they quickly retreat back under ground. "But more ethereal, as if made of ink almost. And I've seen no evidence of that since."