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"How likely do you think it is that I am immortal?"
letter-of-the-law
"Uhhh. Truly immortal?
"Like you could take the Lady of Pain in an all out fight? Or walk the planes of fire and spit in Hades' face and walk away with your life? Not a chance. But you certainly look like someone who's been killed. Lots of times."
He gives a half smile to that.
He picks up the loincloth and systematically examines it, looking for anything out of place. The note seems to suggest the journal is some kind of puzzle box. But if it were a thing of the Art, it might conceivably be even smaller than a pocketbook, perhaps a key tied to some trans-dimensional space.
He runs his finger over the bone studs of the belt. He lets his fingers absently move about each nodule, hoping to produce some effect.
But there is nothing. After a few minutes he gives up and puts the loincloth back on.
“I had hoped to find the journal spoken of on the tattoo. You told me that you have perfect recall. Tell me everything about the men and the cart. What they were wearing, what they were carrying. Tell me if any of them had any expensive pieces of clothing or jewelry since the last time you saw them. Tell me any items that were on the cart apart from the other bodies.”
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Morte goes perfectly still for a few seconds.
"First man - grey haired, with whiskers. Had a cloth cap with a front brim, vest and sleeves. No watch chain or kerchief. Trousers dirty but without any tears. Boots. The vest I'd seen on him before, not the shirt. Trousers hard to tell.
"Second man - wide brimmed hat, never seen before, but worn looking. Age thirty-five to fifty. Dark hair. Bearded. Thick cotton sleeves. Tunic inside. Trousers torn. Partial tattoo visible on wrist. No jewelry. Looks like a roughneck.
"The cart had a bell. I didn't see any gear on it."
"In the last thirty days, how many corpses did you witness being brought to the morgue and prepared in the manner I observed?"
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"Gate man paid full for a corpse that was missing its legs. And a good portion of the pelvis. Ghoul feeding, I guess.
"He got sacked."
“In all you’ve read and encountered, what are some creatures that are either known to dwell in the shadows or who excel at tracking their prey.”
letter-of-the-law
"Let's see. For starters, running through the Planar Parade A to Z...
- The Athar are skilled assassins and spies that are known to strike wizards from the darkness, nullifying their magic
- Cranium Rats keep to the shadows in the way that any vermin does, and they’re everywhere in Sigil, and enough of them might make an intelligence large enough to be a threat
- Darkweavers are giant venomous spiders supposedly from Shadowfell, and they always wait in positions of total darkness. You’re supposed to hit them with fire and light, in case you were wondering
- Mercykiller bloodhounds are humans trained to track prey across the planes. If something is tracking and hunting you, maybe they’re a good fit
- Trelons are big black beatles from one of the lower planes. Kind of like cranium rats, but stronger and stupider. Also, they don’t have the mind meld thing going on
- Vargouilles are little batlike things that are known to swarm in the Undersigil"
“My tattoo said ‘beware the shadows’ and ‘can hunt you reliably’ or some such, yes?
Taking that as the criteria... that would suggest... what? Either Athar or Mercykillers?
You said you believed my body was likely picked up in an alleyway or a nearby gutter. Which of the creatures in your list are most likely to have been in Sigil and incapacitated me?”