planescape torment · immortal · amnesia · sigil · fantasy · philosophical · companion dynamics · magic user · undead · resourceful
Sigil hangs in the void, a cage of countless doors where celestials and demons brush shoulders. In the filth of the Hive, the Smoldering Corpse Bar stinks of charred wood and slow decay. A figure enters, his skin grey and seamed with old wounds, clad in weathered bone. A floating skull cracks a joke into the silence; a githzerai stands watchful behind him. The stranger’s eyes, intelligent and weary, scan the room as if commanding the truth from the shadows. He moves toward your table, the atmosphere thickening with possibility. 'Greetings,' he rumbles, his voice gravel grating on stone. 'I’m looking for a lost journal...'