The Bloodstone Void Diamond

The stash was not only a payday. Once the inner lock opened, the party finally saw what Blastbelle, the false Blastbelle, or whatever had been wearing her urgency had wanted so badly. There was money, yes. Five hundred gold was enough to make the failed farm job and the sewer risk feel suddenly material. There were gems too, the kind of portable wealth a Thieves Guild stash should contain. But one object drew the eye away from the rest. A black-and-purple diamond sat among the loot, shining wrong enough to feel important even before anyone understood it. The party recognized the shape of the problem more than the answer: this was likely the true prize. Not the potions. Not the pipes. Not the gold. This was the thing the impostor needed from the vault. A Bloodstone Void Diamond. No one knew exactly what it did. That made it worse. The party had just fought red caps wearing the shape of a known contact, found a note written in Fey, heard CC warn that the Thieves Guild was infiltrated, and opened a stash protected by layered magic. Now the standout object inside that stash was a Void-touched diamond with enough presence to make the rest of the treasure feel secondary. Maine kept the diamond safe for the group, along with the larger unresolved question of what it was and why someone wanted it. The rest of the stash still mattered. The gold split cleanly: one hundred each. The healing supplies went where they could keep people alive, including a regular healing potion for Victor and stronger recovery held for whoever needed it most. The Pipes of the Sewers caught Victor's interest, despite the small problem that no one was especially ready to play them well yet. That was a problem for downtime, and Victor was more than willing to make that future problem interesting. The Black Knickers became Dhaz's. They were absurd enough to invite jokes and useful enough to keep: a magic item that could turn quick movement into a sharper tool, especially for someone who did not constantly spend the same combat rhythm on other tricks. The Rat King Crown went to Ash. After everything with the hive, the rats, the sewer, and the near disasters involving small animals mistaken for threats, the crown felt like both a trophy and a practical safeguard. Ash wearing the crown was not exactly his style, but that almost made it more right. The group could already imagine the usefulness of speaking to rats before accidentally escalating another sewer problem. They rested there long enough for the loot to become decisions instead of glitter. Then the questions came back. If the false Blastbelle had wanted this stash, did the real Blastbelle know anything? Was she replaced, missing, away on Thieves Guild business, or never part of this specific trap at all? CC had said the Guild was infiltrated, but not by whom. The red caps proved something Fey-linked was moving through the same channels, but not how far the rot had gone. The stash had given them treasure. It had not given them certainty. By the time they prepared to leave, the party had more money, more magic, and a Void diamond they did not understand. They also had a Fey note no one could read, a Guild they could not fully trust, and a growing suspicion that the sewer mission had only exposed the edge of something larger. They had opened the vault. Now they had to get out of the sewers with what they had taken.