Annah is a tiefling, a brash girl on the brink of
womanhood. Her tail lashes when she's angry.
She's a canny guttersnipe, and the Hive seems to
be a second skin for her.
Dak'kon is a githzerai, one of the tight-lipped
people of Limbo. His skin is yellow and lined; he
appears to be old, and pain haunts his small
black eyes. He carries a blade of strange metal.
Fall-From-Grace is a succubus, one of the
tanar'ri, a creature literally formed of raw
chaos and evil, her body and mind the perfect
template to tempt a man of any species, any age.
She is the proprietress of the Brothel for
Slaking Intellectual Lusts.
There is a burning man hovering in the air over a
grille in the Smoldering Corpse Bar. His skin
bubbles and chars, and flames pour from his
tormented eyes, yet his expression is far away,
almost as if he were reveling in the flames.
Morte is a talking skull. His sole weapon seems
to be his mouth, whether by taunting or biting.
He seems to be along for the ride, whether you
want him around or not.
You are somewhat curious as to how he is able to
You are nameless. You awoke on a slab in the
Mortuary in Sigil, covered in scars and tattoos,
your memory gone. Who has done this to you, and
why? You don't know... yet. But you're going to
This modron seems to be subtly different from the
others you have seen. It carries a pair of
crossbows in its four arms, and it seems to be
taking an active interest in your behavior.
This suit of Mercykiller armor apparently has
been standing here in the prison under Curst for
some years. It has not been disturbed, which is
strange, considering how very quick the people of
Curst are to seek a profit.