*posters appear in various locations of Undersigil and the Hive with a description and a sketch of the Ashen one*
Wanted dead and dead only, the one that calls herself the Ashen. The deed is to be rewarded with the sum of fourty-four thousand jink. Terms are the following:
Upon death, her body is to be quartered, and the pieces in any desired order put out on the various points of the city, one in the Hive, on in the Lower Ward, one in Lady's Ward one in the Great Bazaar.
Upon completion, the awarded sum can be exchanged with the innkeeper of the tavern in Undersigil. The reward is handed over for the heart of the Ashen, preferably preserved.
A Bounty Notice
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*Captain Vanguard
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A counter notice is left in the countless hive posting boards:
To anyone foolish enough to try to claim this bounty...
Let us not forget who you are trying to claim it from...
Let us not forget, what, you are trying to claim.
None of you can begin to imagine the process it takes to 'evolve' into one such as my own...
So if you wish to test the true strength and might of a Doomlord.
You are welcome to try.
I shall not make a counter offer to the one placing a bounty on my life.
Instead I shall let you know the consequences for accepting it:
There are things we Sinkers possess you have yet to witness, powers, resorces, we have yet to use...
If you push the wrong buttons, then you will be the one we unleash them upon.
You, and your friends.
Now I suggest you all turn your blades to the one responsible for this pointless bounty, and kill them.
Because you are never going to touch me, and live.
Mir, was lucky.
You, wont be.
We know your friends, your family.
I dont hide facts from you, bounty hunters.
I can and will go to every limit, to see you fail.
So dont push me if you dont want to see the things you treasure wither into entropy...
Because you play a dangerous game, with a Doomlord.
Do you really want to try your hand so boldly?
If you still think you are capable of this...
If you still think, that we cannot touch you, I welcome you to try...
Because we can and WILL, proove, how very wrong you are.
Think about the action, before you face the consequence.
Upon the bounty hunter's large poster is a wide claw mark the size of three men. One wonders just what the Ashen means.
Back in the armoury the lone Doomlord sat in mantra as a single swordsman approached, a mask covering his braud face:
"Are you ready for this?"
She stood and turned to face one of her most trusted comrades...
"I have never been more ready. They are doing exactly what I want them to do."
"You know my offer to leave for the Planes still stands..."
"Where did you have in mind?"
"Toril, I hear there is plenty of discord to be achieved there..."
The Ashen considered the offer for a long, long period of time.
"We shall see... my dear friend."
Time passed and she stood alone before the forge closing her eyes.
"The hour is comming... for my fall. Entropy is comming to embrace me. But there is one act yet undone... one final hell to unleash upon Axiom...
And when it is done... I shall leave behind a legacy, that will turn Sigil itself, in-side-out.
The face of Sigil will change, forever."
Liquid shadows eminated from the mask, she pulled it away and exposed her face, rubbing the negative energy scar as it crumbled apart her skin.
"Bring oblivion to me. And bring orders end, to Sigil."
Her maddened eyes widened as she stared at the forge.
"My Lady of Pain. I can hear you in my ears... I can feel your whispers kiss my twisted flesh... I see what cannot be unseen.
Drink from me my agony, and feed it upon Sigil, let them taste discord, when I unleash it upon the Harmonium.
Grant me your favour this day...
...and let me bring them all to your judgement."
With her final sentance, her hood was lifted.
The mask was placed on.
The Doomlord was ready for the meeting...
She would send the invitations, soon.
To anyone foolish enough to try to claim this bounty...
Let us not forget who you are trying to claim it from...
Let us not forget, what, you are trying to claim.
None of you can begin to imagine the process it takes to 'evolve' into one such as my own...
So if you wish to test the true strength and might of a Doomlord.
You are welcome to try.
I shall not make a counter offer to the one placing a bounty on my life.
Instead I shall let you know the consequences for accepting it:
There are things we Sinkers possess you have yet to witness, powers, resorces, we have yet to use...
If you push the wrong buttons, then you will be the one we unleash them upon.
You, and your friends.
Now I suggest you all turn your blades to the one responsible for this pointless bounty, and kill them.
Because you are never going to touch me, and live.
Mir, was lucky.
You, wont be.
We know your friends, your family.
I dont hide facts from you, bounty hunters.
I can and will go to every limit, to see you fail.
So dont push me if you dont want to see the things you treasure wither into entropy...
Because you play a dangerous game, with a Doomlord.
Do you really want to try your hand so boldly?
If you still think you are capable of this...
If you still think, that we cannot touch you, I welcome you to try...
Because we can and WILL, proove, how very wrong you are.
Think about the action, before you face the consequence.
Upon the bounty hunter's large poster is a wide claw mark the size of three men. One wonders just what the Ashen means.
Back in the armoury the lone Doomlord sat in mantra as a single swordsman approached, a mask covering his braud face:
"Are you ready for this?"
She stood and turned to face one of her most trusted comrades...
"I have never been more ready. They are doing exactly what I want them to do."
"You know my offer to leave for the Planes still stands..."
"Where did you have in mind?"
"Toril, I hear there is plenty of discord to be achieved there..."
The Ashen considered the offer for a long, long period of time.
"We shall see... my dear friend."
Time passed and she stood alone before the forge closing her eyes.
"The hour is comming... for my fall. Entropy is comming to embrace me. But there is one act yet undone... one final hell to unleash upon Axiom...
And when it is done... I shall leave behind a legacy, that will turn Sigil itself, in-side-out.
The face of Sigil will change, forever."
Liquid shadows eminated from the mask, she pulled it away and exposed her face, rubbing the negative energy scar as it crumbled apart her skin.
"Bring oblivion to me. And bring orders end, to Sigil."
Her maddened eyes widened as she stared at the forge.
"My Lady of Pain. I can hear you in my ears... I can feel your whispers kiss my twisted flesh... I see what cannot be unseen.
Drink from me my agony, and feed it upon Sigil, let them taste discord, when I unleash it upon the Harmonium.
Grant me your favour this day...
...and let me bring them all to your judgement."
With her final sentance, her hood was lifted.
The mask was placed on.
The Doomlord was ready for the meeting...
She would send the invitations, soon.