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A tall green slaad enters Sigil through one of its many portals intent on hiring a squad of krinth mercenaries to help it fulfill one of his master's errands. As it works its way through the throng of pedestrians and nears the entrance to the Grimtask guild house, it catches a glimpse of the...

A small marrulurk steadily observes the growing host with black eyes from a small balcony within sight of the bazaar. The doors left open behind him lead into a long hall lined with script-laden tapestries in which several robed figures have gathered around the glowing amythest waters of a...

"Torgnar... would you hand me one of the canisters" the sibriex asks plainly. Torgnar hesitates log enough for Venn'Gryd to silently gesture him onward, placing a canister in the coils of one of the sibriexes outstreched animated chains. Sweeping the canister towards the table, the sibriex...

Appreciated... I'm just as often curious as I am cautious, Inkling telepathically imparts in abyssal. Peers at the display with an expression lost in the void of his form and slowly moves to shake apoc's hand by engulfing it in is own, soundlessly retracting a remarkably thin pair of bone...

Inkling disembarks from the divan. Standing a full thirty three feet in hieght, a stout toad-like humanoid shape with broad shoulders, gorilla-like arms and sleek black skin that seems to drink in the light like a black hole, his eyes glimmer like distant stars struggling to be seen. A few...

"Good to hear, Roctar." Inkling steps forward into the vaulted foyer and seats himself on a large stone divan in the center of the room, upholstered with a rich lammasu hide. He instills a semblance of life into the divan and beckons it carry him deeper into the stronghold to meet Apocalist...

Inkling's company looks to him questiongly as nine chasemes and a small flock of quasits approach. Perching nearby, a few of the chasmes bow and beckon the slaadi onward, towards huge gates as they are thrust open from within by the sustained telekinetic force delivered by a particularly scruffy...

Inkling appears in his natural form on the four hundredth and fourty fourth layer of the abyss. A pitch black mass of hard cold flesh resembling a toad that stands over thirty feet tall, cuts a sharp contrast with the pale light given off by luminescent spring water nearby. This black slaad...