Sigil: City of Doors

wrote:Note: This journal is considered OOC, unless it is read in-game -- by someone taking it from her, her giving it to someone to read, etc.

The Arrival

I have awakened in an unfamiliar land – remembering little of who, or what, I am. My memory is fragmented, with only a handful being clear – but I remember what is important: my duty. “Protect the innocent: the weak, the unpopular, the young, the injured, and do not sacrifice them for others.” Even while other memories have faded, this one stays true.

This City of Doors is oddly familiar. I am called a “clueless” – and yet, I know the city. For some reason, I know the keys and the doors that go to them. The factions strike me as familiar. I do not know the people, and many locations seem unfamiliar, but this is not my first time here – which is concerning. I fear the events that led me to forget.

I know that I was in a deep slumber, and I recently awoke. I remember training to be a Helmite, in the Temple of the Noble Hand, in the Vast. I know for a fact that I was dying, and would have, but chose to become tainted to save my younger sister from Orcs. Beyond this, there are only fragments. According to what records I could find of Toril, the one I trained under – High Weaponmaster Ellym Thourin – died over two hundred and fifty years ago. What in the nine hells have I been doing, since then?

I fear this is related to my taint. I hunger – often, and far too much. Every battle, I must feed on the blood of my enemies to carry on. If I do not, my mind starts to weaken. If I do not feed, I fear I will lose myself to the hunger, and attack an innocent that deserves no such fate. On the other hand, after each feeding I grow in power – and it strikes me as familiar. It seems that my strength is simply being regained, with each feeding. Some sick part of me seems to enjoy this.

However, it does not seem my deity has turned their back on me: they still allow me to cast divine blessings without prayer. I am unsure of why I am still accepted – but it seems this taint will become my weapon in battle, to excel in my duty, and not simply be a curse.

While others need sleep, I stay forever vigilant. The blood of the vermin of this city, those that would harm others for their own ends, are my fuel. I will continue to feed on them till they are no more – and they will learn to fear me, for it.

The Spectre, Part I


It appeared in Undersigil, calling out to me and the elven female I was with.

A few lines are quickly written down, in the journal.

"I don't want to go."

"Please."

"Don't let them take me."

"Harbinger House."

"I don't want to go."

Either I pissed off some spirit in my former life, and it is one of the memories I lack, or this Harbinger House is doing something atrocious enough to prevent the true dead their rest.

Regardless, it is worth investigating.

The Spectre, Part II

After asking around for days, a "Sasha" gave me a few clues as to what this Harbinger House might be.

"Secret Godsmen Prison"

"Talk to Maelfina"

Not much to go off of, with no description for this "Maelfina", but at least it is a start.

The Spectre, Part III

A few notes are quickly scribbled down.

blue tiefling
black hair
black glasses
Godsmen
Runs establishment in the Hive
Craftswoman

The Spectre, Part IV

That was no ghost.

It would seem I have stumbled into quite the case, with a powerful psionic, reaching such power to not be entirely part of this realm. She is a shadow of days past, seeking vengeance over a bygone era.

If what Maelfina says is true, this woman has already manipulated the mind of another, turning them into an assassin against the Godsmen. If she can bend wills to her desires, there is no telling what other trickery she has done.

Regardless, it would seem danger has found me, and it beckons my response. I will need to talk to this Bereth, immediately.