Sigil: City of Doors

Freedom Be Yours,
From Ashes You Rise,
Truth Is Our Greatest Prize,
At 2.15 Antipeak,
In Hall Of Madness We Shall Speak...

Tommorow...

The message is written in blood...

///If you want this done IG, it'll have to be either in the evenings or on the weekend.

Through the streets of sigil it slowly walked along, a rotting horse serving as mount for a skeleton. The undead minion carried sheets of parchment, dropping them as it went. This would continue until someone attempted to capture it or it ran out of paper and destroyed itself away from any innocent bystanders; either way with a shrapnel bomb tucked into it's ribcage.


On closer inspection, the message written sloppily as if by a peasants hand upon the scrolls could be read:

The amulet for Altair. Sign of One, we reach the end of this. Admit your lies to the ones you've led into harm's way and surrender the pieces. For the ones who know nothing of the dreamers' designs...any who interfere will find no mercy left in me.

Nica would later that day come to inspect the scene, look at the notes left and the damage caused by the now blown up skeleton. She hadn't witnessed, merely questioned others and heard of the incidence. But all the hallmarks of the Gray Vizier was there. One puzzle piece she was uncertain of... the witnesses had expressed that the skeleton had "fled" to distance before blowing up by intent. Mulling over these details she returned to Barracks to write her hypothesis of the situation.