Sigil: City of Doors

He could sense the invigoration amongst the troops as he wandered through the countless of anvil rows. Especially the demon-blooded doomguard and those fed up with the war of shadows within Sigil. He had spoken quite openly about his intetion in Twelvetrees and it was a secret ot very few. Yet he knew well that such opptimism could turn into disillusionment in the blink of an eye, and many would see things they wasn't prepared for by far. The impulsive individuals had to be fed to endure this long term project. Indeed there was many obstacles. Bracing himself as he ascended up on the stairs leading to the narrow platform overlooking the forge. Rasing his palm towards them he spoke with a feign resolve.

Destroyers, sinkers, regulators! Doomguards! We have allowed our differences to fester here for too long. Such barriers are ment to break as well. It is time we unite the three aspects of entropy into a single focus. Yes the slumbering behemoth in Twelvetrees. The seventh Ship of Chaos. It awaits us to deliver it to unfetter the chains of fate restraining it from its purpose! Our purpose! I know you can all imagen wath a force of destruction the completion of this ship will unleash and with us holding the reins that potence increase a hundredfold!

He lowered his hand and stuck it into a pocket at his waist on the black tattererd robe he wore. Flaunting the letter he had recived not so long ago.

The revered Factol has given us the permit now it is up to us to seize this task to see the ship launched and fully under our own command. As the new overseer I bid any volounteers to join me on my journey to the great shipyard. Destroyers! this will be no simple guard duty that awaits you it will be a venture of despoilment unlike anything your eyes have seen before! Sinkers! Your hands will bear forth the greatest achievement our order has yet created! Regulators! you will you have the chance to wrought the slowly creeping forces of decay into the craft! Come away with me into the maw of malice and chaos and we shall force its slavering jaws open to devour!

With that he turned to leave accepting any fellow doomguard fresh recruit or old veterans alike to join him on his way to Twelvetrees.

Allie considers this for the moment but then realizes her ship might become jealous. They had bonded long ago though she thought that perhaps this would be something she could do, so long as she didn't take the wheel of course. Allie puts her name in as a volunteer.

The party of Sinkers, led by Mauric, departed through the portal to Twelvetrees. Along with the various volunteers also went a squad of engineers, ready to complete what the demons would not.

On the other side of the portal lay a vast red plain, once completely deserted, but now home to a great shipyard full of demonic workers. In the distance, the twelve spires of the accursed trees loomed.

The Doomguard party was greeted cordially, and given lodgings at once. But the demons at first refused to show them the ship, and the Sinker workers who should have been present already working on the ship were nowhere to be seen.

//We'll be holding several in game sessions in addition to the forum rp here, starting Saturday, November 15th, at 1pm GMT-6 (assuming people can make it then!).

The march of the Doomguard surely put the fright on the finery of the lady's ward that witnessed it knowing ill intent was about to afflict someone at some Place. With dauntless steps the warlock headed for the near Temple of the Abyss. Ghastly chating was heard ecoing through the shadowy halls blending with howls of terror and pain. As they reached the portal he stopped just infront of it. "Remember the tanar'ri will not be doing us any favours that outweight their own interests." He would wait and listen to the others if they had more to add at this point before he leaped into th portal.

Instantly as he set his foot on the realm the warlock felt invigourated. The very air breathe wtih evil and vast eldritcht enregies. looking to the looming pillars in the distance. During the meeting with the demons he spoke politely but with burning resolve demanding that they should be allowed to the ship imediately. Being denied he spoke to his comrades wihtin the confies of their lodging.

"So they have made a royal mess and seek to hide it before our eyes sees it. The demons or our own I wonder. What other reason can there be? Would they bar us from a simple accident- I Think not."

''are you sure they were supposed to hand the ship over? because i feel tight in this lodging, like a mouse'' *meram says, scratching the worn out robe, thus peers outside*

Azor scowled, watching the exit warily. "And where are our engineers? Have they been devoured, the ship absconded with?"

His pale cyan eyes set on the halfling as she looks out. "Once the construction is completed. Yet there are few sureties. If the covenant exists at all it is bound to be very fragil at best. The demon lords covent these for their own wars agaisnt each other. Such a price to possess two where a rival have but one or one in the hands that held none before." He paused for a long moment as his gaze dropped to the ground. "Narrow and neat a space to keep a prey to be yes. If they show the slightest sign of betrayal annihilate whom seem to lead that group but keep someone of them alive."

Turning his head to Azor he would note the unusal faint tenseness in the near pure white face. "Possibly. Perhaps it was alredy completed to a operational level. Wouldn't put it above the loremasters to follow their own whims either. What ever it may be we need to learn of it."