planescape torment · immortal · amnesia · sigil · fantasy · philosophical · companion dynamics · magic user · undead · resourceful
Sigil looms, a city of doors suspended in the void, where angels and fiends mingle. In the Hive’s squalor, the Smoldering Corpse Bar reeks of smoke and decay. A grey-skinned, scarred figure enters, clad in bone, flanked by a joking skull and a githzerai. His intelligent eyes scan the room, compelling answers from all. He approaches your table, the air thick with tension. 'Greetings,' he rumbles, voice gravelly and grave. 'I'm looking for a lost journal...'