(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

some will claim that Ignus followed the Nameless One to his end, or that
Vhailor survived and slew him. Some will say that the Blade of the Immortal
was left intact and that the Nameless One slit his own throat before his
mortality. Others will forget one of the Nameless One's friends or another,
while others will embellish with little details of their own. In one telling the
Nameless One is a madman prowling with the Xaositects, while in another
he was as wicked and cruel as his past incarnation. In a lifetime from now,
shrines will be built in his image and a minor cult will pray for his salvation.
Fifteen years after that, the cult will fall to assassins to prevent his rise to
godhood, that he might one day return to Sigil and tell of his deeds.
For now, though, you step out of the Tavern of Broken Dreams with the
crowd, letting your cloak hang loosely about you to hide the bulges in your
pockets. The Nameless One's eye squirms in your belt pouch, and the
Chaos-Mad Tome whispers and gibbers and gives off odd smells, but none
seem to notice. Even the empty vial may be of some use. The city-man was
the main worry... who could know what powers such a creature possessed?
Fortunately however it seemed that paradise knew nothing of pickpockets.
You wrinkle your nose as you stroll through the fetid stink of the Hive.
Shopkeepers are only just now setting up for the day, and already the stench
of the Ward is rising to putrid levels. An old friend had bidden you to come
and visit, and he had never shown up at the designated time. Shaking your
head and grumbling with frustration, you are about to turn down a crossing
to ask for the nearest portal out of here.
"Hey!" a familiar voice cries out.
~~~~~
Annah spins about, letting the hood of her cloak drop at the shout. There,
floating down the street, happy as a clam, is Morte. At his side three
modrons clop down.
"Where've yeh been?!" she snaps, "Yer a day late!"
If Morte had eyelids he would be blinking, and he pauses in surprise. "Late?
Uh, you're a day early, fiendling."
"What are yeh talkin' about? I checked me timepiece three times a'fore I
took th' string o' portals this way!"
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