The Dark Harbinger In The Sky

[*EM_Ghanadaur]

Chant arises of a portal opening in the bazaar leading to some prime, survivors can be seen screaming and running. Adventurers can be seen entering the portal, only to be greeted by a prime polluted with war, bandits, looting, and pure utter chaos, In the sky there it was...a gigantic black Planetoid known as atropus..

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[*KittyEmpress]

Frahara, Khaasta Cleric, Rainbow Attired Insane person, was the first to charge into this portal from which many humans were running, screaming their heads off, shouting about being a hero. She did not even look both ways before jumping into the portal.

Only a few hours later, the Khaasta emerged from a very different portal - the portal to Brux, in the Clerk's Ward, with a half dozen refugees - including a small child -, Silk, Danae, and Katharin in tow. She waved her hammer around, shouting about how wonderful Sigil was, and also how terrible, until a Hardhead asked her to put her weapon away. At which point her enormous hammer was stowed away, and her discussion of what Sigil was continued.

This discussion was full of both misinformation, insanity, and generally not exactly the easiest to parse. But was finished with an exchange of jink to the new refugees, to put them up for a few weeks, with food and board, in a clerk's ward establishment.


She seems quite pleased with herself, and as soon as she had ceased interacting with the refugees, she could be seen entering the Festhall, walking out a few hours later in even more garish armorings than before.

She has said little to nothing about this Atropus or what happened on the other side, besides that she 'killed all the terrible people basically on Frahara's own'

[*witchinghour]

Danae, having gone to see what in the rust it was all about, emerged with a crying child in her arms. And herself balling with the child. What ever had happened it there.. Danae would not share her experience except the bare bones. Simply stating "Atropus" like that explained everything. Those knowing her, knew it was more to her, given the.. undead nature or the planetoid.

The half elf, now walking out with a small child from the whole ordeal, searched for a good home for the girl, while letting the poor child stay with her and her space elf.

[*vkb]

Triel'ithra emerges from the Gate, blood-stained and battered, with a middle-aged man in tow. She remains exceedingly tight-lipped about what happened in the chaotic hellscape, and aside from slipping the traumatized man a modest amount of jink, she keeps silent about what she witnessed. She leaves long before the discussion is ended, to parts unknown.

//I'm so sorry, everyone. I would've loved to take part properly, but my internet and I had a violent disagreement for a couple of hours.

[*Lopsided40]

The Blonde haired woman that was Katharina was seen quite happily conversing with others in the middle of the bazaar when the errant portal had opened up sending an influx of fleeing refuges straight into the cage. Always out to make a name for herself, it was little surprise to see her hurriedly following after those that dashed into the portal.

An indeterminate amount of time later Katharina would be spotted among those returning, thankfully everyone whom ran through the portal had managed to make their way back, albeit not without a few scars of their own. Though the blonde-haired entertainer didn't seem any worse for ware, indeed save for a few cuts in her clothing she appeared to be positively lively.

Though many thoughts weighed rather heavily upon her mind, standing off away from the group of refugees she would fold her arms and watch them distantly. Having no real clue what she had been fighting, or what this "Atropus" even was, she fought through a chaotic mess with those she traveled with proving rather fearful when faced with whatever was blocking out the sky.

The feelings were very much alien to her, indeed she had failed to grasp just what had caused her comrades to falter as they did, though her thoughts turned towards the refugees before her; a problem even more alien to her. She knew that loss was painful but with time most any wound could heal, though today could hardly be called a victory, these people wherever they were from, were now displaced and that part of their life was seemingly gone forever, nothing more than inhospitable wastes if even that.

What song or dance could possibly begin to make up for everything they had lost?

Was the thought that she began to mull over; her eyes turning towards the neck of one of the refugees she had saved, though that intrusive thought was forcibly shaken from her mind as her thoughts once more turned to how the refugees must feel.

I've lost a-lot, hells who hasn't? But the foundation is still there. Home, as I know it... Is still very much there... How can one cope with that feeling? Simply losing it all?

What does it even feel like?

The blonde-haired entertainer asked herself as she held her badge denoting her Namer status within the society of sensation. Her crimson eyes turning towards the feast-hall just down the street as the group began to disperse.

[*EM_Ghanadaur]

A new chant once arises of again..more travelers being coaxed by natives of the dead prime to search for something...this time...something usefull, notes, regarding atropus. The wander back into sigil...lich in tow, this lich was somehow...cooperative and willing to assist. It left back through the portal..stating it'd return in a few fortnights

[*rapsam2003]

Morthos sends forth his succubus minion, not being leatherheaded enough to enter a Prime that could still be dangerous. He instructed Alea to return in less than a fortnight.

"Find out what ye can about this lich." The succubus bowed, unwillingly entering the Portal. Bound to his will, Alea would return soon...

The Cambion himself went in search of information about the Atropus. First, he sent out word through Undersigil: whoever brought him useful information would be rewarded in gems or souls. Then, he returned to the Shattered Temple and began researching about this creature. The Athaon had a suspicion that this was another dire trick of some dark god. And that threatened his own power!

((Continuation of the research side: Researching The Atropus. ))

[*Pellease]

*One of Morthos's contacts comes back with a rather odd tale. She met a woman in Undersigil with bright pink skin and braided hair wearing a mask. The woman had been listening to her speak in the Undersigil markets when three figures appears in your contact's mind. The masked woman nodded to the contact as soon as they appeared.*

"We are interested in any researching the Harbinger." Says the image of a woman with long red hair.

*The masked woman simply nods as the red head approaches the contact and smiles, putting a arm on their shoulder as they continue speaking to someone else in the market. Meanwhile the image of a child runs up and hold's the contact's hands.*

"We want to kill it, destroy it. We've seen what it does. We'll help you."

*And then the image of a man, something of a fit scholar, or archaeologist speaks.* "We have been through the portal in the bazaar and have heard the rumors across the planes."

"It is we who invited the Lich back to Sigil for his knowledge," speaks the red headed woman. "We will meet with your employer, we seek an alliance."

*And then the images disappear as the masked one nods and begins to walk away. Right before she turns the corner she looks back.* "Ask for Ren, Ren of the Company. You may find us at Kazeet's."

[*rapsam2003]

After hearing the tale, Morthos hands over a small sack of gems.

"Useful, even it wasn't what I sought. Either this woman ye met was a barmy psionic, or she conveys something from a useful source. I shall investigate myself..."

The Cambion heads to Khazeet's, and seeks the masked woman with bright pink skin and braided hair. Occasionally, he asks one of those at the bar if they know of a 'Ren of the Company'. If those asked respond negatively, the Athaon would ask about the Atropus. He thought to himself that, eventually, he would flush out this 'Ren'.

// OOC Note: Can't do much in-game until at least the 28th. After the 1st would be better.

[*EM_Ghanadaur]

Tales are told of adventurers travelling into the dead prime world, finding the planets core, and willing it back to life, the portals new destination changes as the adventurers exit...A cave...full of trees and plants...a thriving habitat...