According to the lies they tell when bubbed, the Seven Stars gained possession of Stray Manor from the Lady herself. Obviously they were addlepated during that ruckus months back, they all have the overconvinced glare of the barmy about them. What ruckus? The one where some bubbers and clueless swore they saw an actual Power in Sigil, when it was actually just some vicious arcane storms. Everybody knows Powers cannot enter The Cage, especially third rate Powers like Vecna...
-Silvar the Bowseller, Market Ward
Even on the Plane of Law, a god can die. However, the thought of crumbling edifices is anethma to the mediators who regulate the plane. However, the lingering power of a god leaves evidence of its passing all the same for even the mediators have limits to their power.
Generally, I would turn down a brain as insipid and uninspiring as yours. In your case, I’ll make an exception.--Uliusshuk, illithid performance-eater"Uliusshuk? (That’s ooh-lee-oos-SHOOHK. Note the pronunciation, berk.) He’s a mind flayer. An illithid. I know freakish Sensates like you think he’s charismatic, but he’s a brain-sucking monster, okay? Just making sure that’s clear.
Strange as it may be, I have found endless pleasure in watching the work and habits of my newest personal aid in the Tower, especially since it only passed into the status of the Arcanaloth a paltry six years ago. Despite her youth, Lasiciate already proved herself more useful then many of those who surround me while wondering at the same time how to claim my position as their own.
Were it not for the powerful protection of Bel Aloth, and others within the Wasting Tower, I am certain one of our kind would have released Yazakouris the Prophet from his suffering long ago. It is not in our nature to abide weakness, much less endure his broken mind. One might say that his many flaws are his own; yet, at the same time, the Prophet is neither more nor less than what we have made him into. He is not entirely to blame for his pathetic condition.
Strangely enough, one of the sobriquets associated with Bel Aloth is ‘the Serene One.’ This ultroloth has not once – at least, not any time in recent history or recalled memory – displayed any sign of strong anger, fear, hatred, or any other powerful emotion. Everything, to Bel Aloth, is a tool to be used, a situation to be manipulated, or an obstacle to be overcome.
Lothem of TrathiaAge: 48Gender: maleRace: Prime-Human, Elorian Height: 5`5”Weight: 477lbsBuild: heavy (hugely, grotesquely fat)Skin: an unhealthy black-greyish tinged Eye Color: blackClothing: Usually only a terribly sweat stained but well kept white toga-like article and sandals under a similiarly sweat stained white set of thick woolen robes, complete with fetishes and fetch objects, trinkets and baubles and other assorted such “junk”
On the Primes, self-proclaimed God-Emperors are a copper a dozen; if you want to impress Planewalkers, your title will have to be something a bit less ostentatious. That, or you could just offer more jink.
— Roger the Scribe to a Prime ruler who needs to recruit Planewalkers