Sigil: City of Doors

It was a dark night in the darkest depths of the blackest sanctuary. Where this building was located none could tell nor could any scry its location.

There were voices whispering and chanting in the dark, several figures stood side by side. Before them a single woman screaming and shaking as she was bound and gagged to an altar.

Blades were risen and lowered in one swift motion and the screaming became silent. The whispers ended and the blood ran thick on the altar.

The blood drizzled into a gutter, and along the cobblestone to illuminate a symbol of a single letter wrapped in a circular disk.

"(S)"

The Shaper stood before his cadre and nodded to his peers.

"The signs shall form the shape." He spoke, the others nodded and repeated the same line in a cultistic chorus.

"Brothers, Sisters and most importantly, Shapers. We are at war." His stone darkened as they looked to each other, whispering audiable comments before he rose a hand to silence them.

"The city of doors is not our goal, but there are some who within these walls of the lady of pain, would deprive us of our divine right. We are what the Sign of One was not, we are what the multiverse fears most save the lady of pain herself. We, are the Architects of the Multiverse. We build this world with our thoughts, and, our actions."

The cultistic cadre knelt before their dark master as he continued his speech.

"Darius the Veyl see's too late what she should have crafted before. She saw in you potential that never fathomed. I have nothing but respect for the allseeing eye of Sigil, if it was not for the fact she cowers from us.

She, who seeks change, has run from it. She, who would claim the multiverse is shapen by the power of will alone, cannot shape us! No brothers and sisters, we are a forge fired to perfection, we will craft the world we have longed to build!"

There was a cultistic howling of applause and agreement. Once again, The Shaper lifted his hand to silence the masses.

"You are chosen today to make a difference. The Sign of One must die. Prepair yourselves, brothers, and sisters, for we will end this false prophet and her unholy beliefs. We will bring TRUE change where she believed in metaphorical philosophy. We, will make reality of dreams."

Blades were being forged as he spoke. Hammers slamming tirelessly into furnace and cooled with blood and sweat as slaves worked hard to build weapons and armour. Some were even tested on their crafters to see how efficent their cutting potential was.

"The Civil War, has begun. The Sign of One, has ended! It is time for us to rise, brothers and sisters, IT IS TIME TO SHAPE THE SIGNERS, FOREVER!"

The roar of applause reached its cricendo peak. The man stood upon the fallen corpse of the sacrificed woman and gazed down, speaking softly in conclusion:

"When we are done with the Sign of One. We can finally begin to rebuild what was lost. A golden age of change and reformation. We can finally eliminate the enemies of the city. One, by, one. But first, we must destroy our ultimate enemy...

Prepair yourselves for war, brothers and sisters...

For a bloody day, waits, for Sigil."



Atop the highest peak of the city the lone Veyl watched her dreams culiminate into nightmares, she gasped and gripped her chest.

She lay back into the seat of her private chambers as Factor Sarazh stood beside her and lay a hand on her shoulder supportivly.

"You have told them now. We can finally begin to make prepairations. Do not look so guilty or shamed." The elder woman smiled like the nurturing grandmother to a lost child.

Darius stared at the floor with confusion. Her eyes lost in the moment she clenched her fist. "It is not shame I feel, but fear." She replied.

"You have nothing to fear, the city loves you, you maintain the diplomacy of the factions and care deeply for their wellbeing. If anyone can bring the unity of all to the city, it is you, Darius the Veyl." A cup of tea was poured as her Factor provided it to the lost woman.

She took a deep sip and stared out over the city itself. From the magnificent golden furbish of the Hall of Records to the day to day goings of the Bazaar, it was a beautiful city in its own way. But what she had done would destroy it, between her thoughts and his actions, something would have to suffer.

She closed her eyes and sighed.

"Have the other Faction Leaders summoned. We must prepair..."

Factor Sarazh nodded softly and turned, making step down the tower spire in prepairation to send runners to the other Factols.

Darius tapped the throne of her chamber and murmured one final sentance to herself:

"We must prepair, for war."

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Premonition...

Darius dreampt no peace in her sleep. The night was dark and the candles dim. She lay in her bed unable to move, her eyes widened.

The shadow of The Shaper took form and approached the bedside. Sitting by her, brushing a hand through her viel and gentle hair.

She looked to her side for anything she could use to escape. But she could not move nor act, everything was an event, she was helpless at the mercy of her opponent.

He stood to his feet and drew a long bastard sword glimmering with black light resonating from its edge. She trembled and shook as she could not move a muscle nor cry for help.

The blade came down, she screamed.

She rose in her bed... consious.

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She looked around rapidly breathing, gazing left, to right. She reached for her face to dry off a few tears and cleared away the darkness of her eyes.

The door opened as a young and lavacious Eryines entered.

"Where is Sarazh?" Darius asked with concern in her tone. The Eryines bowed her head before replying:

"The Factor has returned to her duties elsewhere, she asked of me to oversee your progress my lady..."

Darius wiped her face and robed herself in her night gown. She took a candle close and sat before a makeup chair, gazing at the mirror. The Eryines approached and lay a cup of tea by her side. Darius took the tea and sipped it, feeling relaxed already, she sighed.

"Is there something wrong?" The Eryines inquired, her voice soft as she stood behind Darius reassuringly.

"No.. ....and yes... ..I am blind, somehow he hinders me. I have been the allseeing eye of Sigil for a long time and yet this Shaper manages to keep me oblivious to everything he does. How?" She turned over to the Eryines who looked at her softly.

"Doubt, fear, an absense of reason can cloud the mind my lady. When you cant explain things you become more determined to find them out. Surley you, the great thinker can solve this mystery by remaining calm?" Sharlotte was the name of the Eryines. Sharlotte Scarletwing.

Her name was fitting as Darius watched her features, her wings were crimson and her eyes a sunset orange. She had lengthy dark markings wrapped onto her features which contrasted the colour of her aqua blue skin and raven blue hair. She wore a rather revealing finery with her hips and curves laid tightly against everything she donned. Yet there was no sensualism in her stride, simply her appearence.

Darius glanced at the woman thoughtfully.

"You have been in my council for long Sharlotte. Without Sarazh I entrust my saftey to you untill my mind has returned to a stable state. What do you propose I should do?"

The Eryines glanced at her with a neutral expression, she didnt move a muscle in her face nor her eyes.

"You should relax, my lady. You have a big meeting soon and the more you try to think of the outside the more you will think less of what goes on here, in your home. Try to focus on what is going on now, I would say, do not daydream too much."

A doubtful expression caught on Darius face. Was it not the very dogma of a Signer to dream? To Think? To create? If she was to accept Sharlotte's advice, she would be going against everything she believed.

But Sharlotte was not the only one who could console her. There was also Jarud Darksoul, but the Sharran was a mystery, he had never lied to her nor did he ever seem to have any incentive to do wrong. Yet he was a Sharran and a servant quite humbly of Darius at the same time.

The doors opened as Jarud himself approached. Even more surpisingly, he was an Avariel, his skin had blackened to the touch of Shar which had left him looking easily mistaken for a winged drow. His hair and eyes however gave him away. A pair of blank voided eyes glimmering a rippling purple radience while his hair was a purplish hue. Only his wings remained unspoilt, partially darkened while the rest remained a lighter hue.

"Factol... you should see this... it was left outside the main door." He approached swiftly.

Sharlotte turned to the man and frowned as he passed and stood by the Factol's side. He simply lay a single note before her and took immediate leave again.

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Both she and Sharlotte looked momentarily confused as the bedroom door was closed. Then, she opened the letter to inspect its contents. The letter dripped freshly onto the floor, with crimson blood.

No matter your step I will always be a step ahead. As we speak you will find no peace in your allies, only war comes for you. Soon the entire of Sigil will loathe you Darius the Veyl and you will be the enemy of the city.

That is my promise to you, you, who did not act when you thought. Now I will act where you only believed and I will proove how false your ideal is when you lay dead at the streets for all to see.

Your dearest nemesis

The Shaper.

Her hand shuddered as she let the peice of parchment fall to the ground and stepped away from it. She fell backwards only to be caught by Sharlotte. The Eryines supported her Factol to her feet as Darius stared down the parchment.

"He.. ....he... is here." Her eyes shuddered, staring around with paranoia.

"Bar the doors, seal every entrance. Bring the guard to me... do it, now!" She commanded the Eryines who shakenly left through the bedroom door.

Darius was alone again as she slumped against the frame of her bed. She looked around at all the shadows of the room. There would be no rest tonight.

The shadows now seemed even darker, than before.

The Light of Hope at a heavy Price...

Factor Sarazh everlasting memory would have to keep yet another sad record of the times things werent great for the Signers. Today, a sad day.

Both Jarun Darksoul and Sharlotte Scarletwing left the realm of their imagination to become something else. Both were supposedly tied into a conspiracy but only Sharlotte was truley guilty of the crime.

Sharlotte was the one poisoning her drink? She looked at the tea and never felt the same way about drinking it again. But she had become tired of being depressed, she was finally growing a possitive streak.

She could not have done it without those brave cutters, every last one played a part so far to get the first ball rolling back in the Signers favour. The Shaper had been struck a blow, granted, it wouldnt stop him, but it might just give him pause.

For now, The Sign of One can finally enjoy a moment of peace even at a heavy price. And for the first time in a while, The Hall of Speakers begins to open its doors again, and starts resolving problems that could potentially have been a threat to Sigil.

Unfortunatley, the damage is done, and with the news that Alisohn Nilesia was influenced by The Shaper, it seems as she feared, his eye has turned onto other factions. Now she could use this as a means to win support, convince the other factions yet untouched that The Shaper was impure.

Convincing Rhys was going to be tough but her first priority was to make the most unlikley truce of rivals. Rhys was however a highly diplomatic lass even though Darius stood on the other side of a coin. She had invited her first to join her in the meeting room.

In her private chambers and perhaps one of the first times Rhys was ever invited, the Factol of the Ciphers actually joined her for this private meeting of the minds. Rhys however was a short of word figure who had little to say and much more to do with the city.

"You summoned me?" She said simply, the figure was proud even for her odd deformities, she didnt look one bit upset by the things that made her different, she used them to her advantage to make her a stronger character.

"The city is in peril Rhys... ...Its taken me a while to muster courage to speak to you face to face, but we face a common enemy. I never wanted to confess this matter but-"

"The Shaper, im aware." She interupted, bluntly once more, she just stared at Darius as if expecting her to get to a point.

"Hes a danger to us all.." She said concerned. "Normally we dont always see eye to eye but.. ...in this instance, we need each other. I can tell you how to defeat him, you can help me do so... and we can-"

"Good, were done. Yes, fine, ill help. Meet me in the Gymnasium, ill talk to you another time. Keep words short, if you can." Rhys perhaps longest sentance was her finishing one, as she took her leave of the private room quite contently.

Darius sat alone on her bed and sighed, rubbing her forehead. She began to see flooding visions once more, Visions of his actions, abusing the power of imagination to create some of the most nightmarish monstrocities Sigil has ever seen. Worse still, he was not alone...

There were others... in his ranks.

This... maddened dwarven woman, Argantha, the scientist. She lead a group he called The Shadowsworn, a league of assassins made specifically to capture beings alive so Argantha could splice them for DNA tests... the sickening thought disturbed Darius in every way possible.

It was no Dark that Darius had plans too, she was hardly innocent of trying to do unusual things to gain status. But cheating the system was not the same as using imagination to create things the pure and righteous way. This was just a sick, perverse delusion of grandeur.

She had come to the conclusion, in her depression She created The Shaper. He was the embodiment of her darkness, her doubt, her twisted imagination capable of using his powers to create dark beings beyond her control.

But if one could imagine the world as a dream, then she was lucid, in control of everything that happened within it. She wanted to change this place for the better now, it was time to bring back the Sign of One and the diplomacy of Sigil. It was time to change the world, and make it a better place.

Rhys was one Factol of many who she'd have to speak with, others would be far more reluctant to lend support. She couldnt trust Alisohn in her current state to be sensible, nor would Darkwood abbandon his courtisian pleasure squeeze for Darius common sense. Darkwood had never tried to make it unclear he was subtle about what he did.

Then there was Lhars, Bleakers, Signers, like black and white to a colourful painting. The two things didnt mix at all. She couldnt expect to win Lhars over easily in this matter, and if The Shaper was going to target anyone next, The Bleakers would be easy to manipulate with their counter-desire to shun the Signers.

Pentar was also a worry, Pentar's pet, Doomlord Ashen was a creation of The Shaper, she couldnt trust Pentar even if Pentar wasnt aware of the matter. She had to be too cautious with this one, Pentar learning of The Shaper would give the Factol an excuse to look for him to create even more entropy through his powers.

Skall might ironically see a benefit in a truce like this. The Shaper also defiled the nature of things that Skall wanted to see done properly. Its likley she could win his support even if unlikley. If Skall was a he, anyway.

Hashkar was a picky subject, they suspected he might also be a target. But Given his strong altruistic and honest nature, somehow, she was more convinced he would see reason than side with chaos. Even if he manipulated probability, he was unlikley to start taking The Shapers side in this matter.

Erin was a Wildcard, she trusted Erin as a close friend due to their long backgrounds, but Erin was seduced by power, something Darius didnt need to be. If The Shaper played his cards with the woman correct, he could win yet another friend. She had to be sure Erin could be trusted before she'd let her in on the dark.

Sarin on the other hand was quite content to throw his support this time. Though he had no patience for the arrogant nature of the Sign of One, he saw that any greater evil had to be stomped down for the greater good. Naturally, Sarin has already said he'd lend his hand in this matter, giving Darius some confidence. She also had the support of Chari a Notary of their faction. One more reason to give her a boost of confidence.

As for Karan of the Xaositects, she was unlikley to believe for one minuate he was going to side with anyone, Shaper or her on this matter. The randomness of his actions made him too unpredictable to trust. And he was consious of them, which made him equally dangerous.

Ambar and Terrance were good friends to each other, and given that Maelfina of the Godsmen has already become a big friend to Darius, she can likley expect Ambar to side with her. Given that the two are close comrades, Terrance will likley see the benefit in putting down a berk trying to become some kind of self-proclaimed power, playing against the ladies rules.

Bria Tomay and on very rare occasion, Beringe as he was legendarily known had not shown their faces yet. Hildmor of the Indeps however had already pledged his support as she had to his vote of confidence. She also promised to give his beloved Kree wings at some point. It would be difficult to imagine, but quite possible with enough thought.

Beringe was never around to reprisent his faction in a political field, he avoided that kind of thing. Though a cutter named Malanor claimed he knew Beringe indirectly and said Beringe might be interested, for the right incentive. Though the cutter was also cautioning that The Anarchists will always side with chaos in the end, and if The Signers dont give them incentive, The Shaper might. There was also dark that a cutter named Phoenix might even try to present himself to Darius somehow, directly or not.

Her political body set, Darius worked on getting as many allies as she could. The Shapers growing corruption would soon enough begin spreading through the factions and she had to keep them being as pure as possible. It was time for The Signers to become the diplomatic solution to Sigil's problems.

It was time to unite the factions.

The blade rest in his grip. The Shaper took firm hold of The Ashenblade, his prized possession.

The soul of a great and terrible agent of chaos was used to create this weapon. In his hands, it could now be given purpose once more, in such a manner that Sigil, would quake.

In the plane of the Grey Wastes, he rose the tainted Grey'Ane into the sky. The Ashenblade began to attract the very shadows of the ghosts around the realm as they closed in on The Shaper.

He mused as the sky darkened even blacker than it normally did. The vaccume of his power began to consume the souls into the swords own power, engorging it with their dark shadows. It fed well today, the hunger of The Ashenblade was satisfied more so than ever before.

The hungry blade however, needed blood. Now he entered his dark sanctuary in The Waste, a hidden palace he had used to hide when the situation became difficult. This would be an ideal time to accelerate his plans.

Strapped onto a wooden table was a Deva woman, muffling and squirming. She stared in trembling horror as the shadowy figure approached.

She muffled screams against the gag but the shadowy masked figure simply placed a finger on her lips and made her silent once more. She let tears drain from her eyes as she watched him with tense anticipation.

"You have been braught here for a special purpose child. You should be honoured..." He spoke with a charismatic tone as her eyes looked around shakily, her breathe rapid.

"You are going to be the catalyst for the rebirth of something so magnficient it will be like the blooming of a cocoon. Your going to create a butterfly, a perfect, beautiful butterfly, that will ravage the city of doors thricefold the strength they did once in life."

The woman shook her head and squirmed more vigorously but it was futile. The man raised his sword as she screamed loudly against the gag before the blade ran through her chest.

It was here, her Deva soul began to float out of her body. The reincarnation process had begun.

He raised the blade and hurled it towards the soul of the fallen woman. The spirit was peirced through the breast as she fell backwards, still embracing her reincarnation cycle.

"Rise... once more... ...Ebonnara Ashenblade. Return, to the world of the living!"

With those words the deva's soul was set ablaze. And from the fire, The Ashen was reborn like a dark monstrocity.

The soul was defiled as the cycle was warped, the souls shape contorted and ruptured as a feral fur-like growth formulated over the body of the being. Her eyes blazed with a feral golden light as her facial expression turned to a contorted shape of jagged teeth all snarling and hissing.
From her fingernails extensions ripped through the hands untill the Deva's spiritual fabric was ripped apart compleatly. A curved tail ripped through the spine with jagged bone blades coiling out of the tails bone. Like the tail, the bone extentions were all compleatly void of colour.

The figure stood naked before The Shaper. As she rose to her feet, The Ashen's eyes lit up like a pair of manical flares. She formed a feline grin, and leapt towards the outside.

The Shaper moved towards the blade... as it absorbed the Deva's shattered soul into its blade, fueling itself with yet another catalyst... the second element had been gathered.
From under the mask... the male being smiled, darkly.

Three days passed and a pair of bubbers comming out of Muriels chuckled dryly and snorted to each other. A couple of lovers over keen one fancied they went into the alleyway nearby to get frisky.

The man started to unlace his pants as the woman giggled flirtiously and leaned against him, passing a long passionate kiss. The two broke the kiss when they realised something was in the dark nearby, notified by the sound of a splashing noise.

The two lovers blinked, as the man half pulled his pants back upwards. He looked out beyond the dark shadow as a feline female began to walk towards the two, her hips swaying.

"That looks like fun... ...you mind if I join in?" She smiled a little sadistically. The Ashen stood bare before the couple as she fell onto her hind legs and liked her now jagged fangs.

The man chuckled a little stupidly, while the woman looked at him a little nervously. The naked woman had no qualms presenting herself but her expression symbolised she was going to pounce, something the man hadnt picked up.

Soon enough, she did just that, she leapt straight onto him as he chuckled, only for his chuckle to be turned into a scream as a pair of sharp jaws ripped out his throat. The man girgled as the blood sprayed Ashen's face, the woman fell backwards in terror.

The beast let out a feral growl and walked on all fours, prowling towards the woman, grasping her by the hair. The woman yelped and screamed as she was dragged into the heart of the alley, only to follow with the sound of a horrendous bloodcurling scream and the shreading of flesh and bone.

The Ashen stood moments later in the alleyway, taking the dead mans armour she donned it for now untill she could get back to the armoury. She was covered along her face and fingernails in her victims blood, as she licked the blades dry and purred.

Her purring stopped, as she noticed a cutter watching. The cutters eyes went wide as the last thing he would see was the woman pouncing towards him, jaws bare. The world turned to darkness.

Darius finally got the chance she needed to convince the others.

They all witnessed the destruction as The Shadowsworn's sky vanguard attacked a town in Mercuria. They traveled equally to several outskirt towns in the Abyss and the Nine hells.

They had made their biggest mistake yet.

It wasnt long before Sarin commissioned the finest Jammer builders in Sigil, it was time to prepair an appropriate response. The Harmonium needed a fleet anyway.

So Godsmen, Signers, Ciphers and Harmonium all worked in conjunction to formulate their own warfleet in order to combat the spacious threat from above.

But Pentar was also aware of this, evident of the impending invasion and the threat that the Harmonium could score one up on her plans, she concluded that in this instance, she would want to make sure the forces of discord has their own fleet to keep in pace with their "happy going" rivals.

Hammers smacked day and night as the entropic forges worked overtime, alongside Dusties and Bleakers, they combined elements from each factions best or rather worst to create a smaller but far more powerful fleet.

Seeing both their rivals potentially being a threat to themselves, Erin and Rowan for the first time in the history of Sigil were forced to work together in an unholy alliance to become the third faction in this battleground. Their combined resorces made them the most powerful infliuence in Sigil, thus, they commissioned shipbuilders from across the verse of all verieties to create a vast armada of lighter, cost effective ships.

The three armies were formed, and The Shadowsworn had made themselves an enemy they could not so easily repell.
Sigil itself.

But The Shaper was not compleately helpless.... far from it, The Shaper left Argantha to fend for herself. The woman had attracted enough attention in her mad experiments, it was time to... cut loose the unwanted part. She would serve as a matyr to the cause, her and her heavy handed Shadowsworn could certainly inflict "alot" of damage to Sigil's defences even if they would eventually, be overwhelmed.

He concentrated his own personal efforts elsewhere, while his plans had not changed, his methods, would have to be... adaptable.

Argantha was left in her helm, staring at the vastness of the enemy fleets. She paniced and trembled, knowing it was only a matter of time before The Aegis was found in realmspace.

With no sign of The Shaper anywhere, The Professor was "left for dead" with only herself, and her experiments.

She had only a limited amount of time to make final recruitment efforts in Sigil before she began plans to escape the multiverse itself.

The Dimension Doorway lay before her...

She watched it keenly... ..this was but a setback, her eyes glistened with maddened renewal.

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The tale was over, as Darius set to work on weaving with her imagination.

Added to the hall of records was the charted events of the last recountings of all things. Argantha had been defeated. The Aegis, her ship had been blown out of the sky and finally the shadow that had dawned over Sigil had been lifted, making way for light to flood upon it once more.

Now, was a time of peace.

Factol Alisohn was forced to call off her Mercykiller assault on the Hive. Due to a mysterious change of heart from Fraternity Of Order Factol Hashkar whom had been spoken too by Society Of Sensasion Factol Erin. Shortly after that, Erin and Rowan's fragile alliance broke apart swiftly.

Alisohn had been put to shame before her peers. But there was too many loopholes in evidence to put her to any death sentance or disbandment from the Mercykillers. She would remain their Factol, shunned, but still in charge.

Sarin and Darius shook hands on an uneasy agreement between them both. While the Harmonium didnt always see eye to eye with the Sign of One, today they both emerged friends and had stood strong. But as time went on, Darius compassion towards Sarin's eager conquests drew to a truceful but slow division, and oncemore, Signers became neutral towards the Harmonium while remaining ever in their respect. Especially thanks to the efforts of newly promoted Measure One Chari.

The Hive finally began to flourish again after all Mercykiller forces were forcefully pulled out of its borders. Once more the Harmonium continued to patroll its streets only to be pestered by nagging Xaosmen or the temporarily rare Anarchist breakout.

Anarchist Cells began reforming once more after the catastrophie was over, damaged but not destroyed, no one could stop the Revolutionary League, only halt it.

The body of Doomlord Ashen was never found, but some say she was taken away by a small sect of paladins. Some made outlandish claims that a ghost was amoung them that took the form of a golden haired woman, but no one could confirm or deny it.

Argantha's soul now remained in the possession of Hildmor D'Kridis. Now bound to his mercy forever, her torment had only just begun, undoubtedly for as long as Hildmor so desired her to exist in the material realm.

Officer Yamikaze returned to duty though injured, determined not to give a moment in edgeway to any compramise or nonsense. She had been scarred in the battle. However, she endured her pain and percisted that she would always be on duty from now on and always be there when Sigil needed her most.

Tonat Shar would have alot of work to do, charting the body count. The man looked saddened and stressed even for a figure who rarley expressed emotion, but he smiled a moment after seeing a S.I.G.I.S paper reporting the news that the city had been saved by a band of unlikley heroes, some faces he knew, others he didnt, but he held them all in admiration, for now, they had given him hope the city could be kept peaceful.

Maelfina's tavern had repair works begun immediatley. All of the damage had been more than compensated and employment boomed thanks to her efforts.

Mir and Mashanie would be bothered no more in their part, though they were given a trophie to attach unto Alice as a memoir of their deed, an emblem of the Signer crest ladened in brass. The crest was the size of an average dwarf. They'd also be allowed to keep all the equipment they'd managed to attach to the ship if they so pleased.

Grimcores machinery suddenly had alot more glitches than ever before. Something seemed to have upset the machine, and it wasnt just the fact it had been blown to peices. Kamine would likley find delays in recieving the same machine in question because of this.

Who knew what mischievous Marx was up to after that little fling of adventure, only that there was likley a sack of jink waiting for him somewhere. Aleandrea would likley have a similar reward waiting for her contribution to the fable.

Vorgazar and Vorgazelle would of course be busy honoring the dead for their valliant combat skills. Bringing peace and prosperity to the city of doors. Of course, they would only be honoring those of orcish blood or those assosiated to it.

Davoren Hellsheart had vanished from the city without a trace and all the planes. The last report ever heard was a mysterious firehaired man out in the middle of nowhere, hidden deep on a prime, enjoying the luxory of his earned profits, staying away from Sigil for obvious reasons.

Jiro would still likley be prying to that black box like a predator, what ever was inside it, it was clearly valueable.

Saiph finally got a tail, her freedom and soon enough, her chance to speak with Darius. Though now that her and Roza were two seperate beings, the latter would likely go into hiding in the Hive, having chance to read over her findings.

Lady Toli would likley have returned only with the disturbing revalation of the Dwarven people, and the uncomfortable insight of knowing it wasnt even a Dreugar that had commited those abominable acts, but a Gold Dwarf.

And the city of doors finally seemed, like it would be at peace for once, for how long remained a mystery, but only one question remained...

What of The Shaper?

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One of the lone Harmonium teams investigated the floating debris of the ship, investigating through the vast ruins of The Aegis. They passed through the shattered experimental laboratories where they entered the central chamber. The pikemen were halted by the Measure One captain.

They approached into a lone room where a small insignificant portal stone lay. The group approached it cautiously, five men all entering the broken door that held it safe. A shield barrier surrounded the stone as the Measure removed his helmet and stared at the device with a pensive gaze.

"What have we here? Notary Evans, go and inform the-" before he could finish the sentance he heard the sound of a man choking gutterally. A blade through Evans throat the remaining three Harmonium notaries lay dead before the floor as Evans collapsed.

The Measure One raised his pike to the invader. He charged towards the unknown foe as a blade sliced through the pike and his armour. The mans eyes twitched, and narrowed, as he was sliced clean in half diagonally.

The bodyparts dropping to the floor, the robed figure approached the portal guarded stone. A hand reached through and collected the stone.

The Shaper watched the figure responsible at the entrance of the door as the two beings left without another word. The ship drifted into a derelict freefall, The Shaper conjured forth an empowered hellball combined with an implosion spell, as the ship was literally ripped apart.

A portal tore open into the Far Realm, the two beings dissappeared into it.

All this for a stone... he slowly wondered, what relevance it would have in saving his world?

He watched the figure pensivly, for now, they would give Sigil peace...

...for now.