He is a lord of the hunt and he has chosen them well: weak willed victims. The childish bullies of the Hive and Lower wards. The rich school kids of the Lady's and Clerks Wards. The prostitutes who have lost the spark in their eyes and the drunks of the taverns.
He only chooses the ones who have no sign of magical knowledge. No way to be cautious of the charms he uses. He has woven himself in the magics of persuasion, he has sung the rites of Omi's Ewa, the rites of beauty.
He approaches calm and friendly. His voice is hypnotic, his eyes, his eyes are wells to fall into. He weaves about each victim a state of total submission. When he leaves, they remember nothing about him, just as he said they would.
Little in their lives has seemed to change, except that each now has a morbid fascination. Each now keeps an ear out to listen to every conversation. School children spy on their teachers and parents. Prostitutes ply their patrons for answers, pretending to be interested in exploits and deeds of horror or valor.
If ever they get an answer to what they are seeking they find themselves writing it down on a scrap of paper and leaving it in the forgotten places of sigil: deep cracks in the walls of neglected alleys, beneath ivy covered benches in old forgotten gardens, under the doors of back rooms in old abandoned buildings.
No one remembers why this compulsion has driven them. No one remembers that they were instructed to come to these exact places.
He chose them well. People with weak wills. Easily suggestible. Easily forgettable, and now all obsessed with just one question.
"What do you know of the Blood Lotus?"
A Question Echoes In Sigil
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*edmaster44
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A lone prostitute with cheap make up and a overwhelming amount of cheap perfume on her person approaches him with a note on her hand handing it to him, her eyes filled with terror and dread as she passed the note to him"The walls and cobblestones have ears, if you wish to seek answers dear, meet me at the The Dried Mug's Inn cutter..."
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Shade's forehead furrows as he reads the note. Somehow, despite his best effort, his inquiry was traced back to him. He sits below the city and thinks about it for a while. He wonders if he should tell his master, but then decides that the lich's attention is not yet necessary and his presence would certainly be noticed. The spirit of the little girl beside him smiles and nods at this. She doesn't like the lich in the slightest.
While holding his Ib, which currently is in the form of a serpent, he feels its sensation of worry and caution. He wonders momentarily if he should try and recruit some of his newer acquaintances such as Io, Thea or Jas, but his Ba, currently an owl on his shoulder changes into a blue jay and pecks at his hands offering caution at the lich's wrath.
He makes a mental note to speak to Thea about the lich and then decides to go alone. After all, he has survived the last few hundred years and has more than a couple tricks up his sleeve.
He arrives with several prayers and spells prepared, his shield and sickle strung to his back and a staff in his hands. He acts casual, like any other adventurer in the city as he keeps an eye out for the woman and his thoughts ready with a spell.
While holding his Ib, which currently is in the form of a serpent, he feels its sensation of worry and caution. He wonders momentarily if he should try and recruit some of his newer acquaintances such as Io, Thea or Jas, but his Ba, currently an owl on his shoulder changes into a blue jay and pecks at his hands offering caution at the lich's wrath.
He makes a mental note to speak to Thea about the lich and then decides to go alone. After all, he has survived the last few hundred years and has more than a couple tricks up his sleeve.
He arrives with several prayers and spells prepared, his shield and sickle strung to his back and a staff in his hands. He acts casual, like any other adventurer in the city as he keeps an eye out for the woman and his thoughts ready with a spell.