Sigil: The City of Doors

"A WEAPON. A GATEWAY. AND AN AMULET OF HIDDEN SIGHT." That sam voice, deeper than the deepest depth of space. At the same time, somehow managing to be smug. Skall materializes, in his usual form of empty floating robe and macabre mask, looking at the "living" room. With him you notice a pressure in...

"GOOD."

And he's gone. The pressure from the room too. You're left standing alone, thinking about what you are about to embark on.

"WHATEVER IT TAKES FOR HIM TO OPEN IT. THINGS SHOULD...."

A chuckle would go here, in this pause in his speech.

"...TAKE CARE OF THEMSELVES, FROM THERE."

Skall is quiet for a long while. Considering. Finally he breaks the silence. "I KNOW THE TRUE RULER OF THAT FORTRESS. HE IS... A POOR CUSTODIAN OF A PLANE OF EXISTENCE. THIS... FALSE REGENT AND DECORATOR... HMM." A curiously mortal pause in his speech. Wheels in motion behind that death mask. "I SHA...

Skall remains impassive. Hovering for a long moment before slightly inclining his head and speaking. "TRADE IS TRIVIAL. TRUE DEATH WILL FIND US ALL EVENTUALLY. WHY NOT WAIT FOR THE DEMON TO FACE IT'S END OR SOME OTHER MISFORTUNE TO COME UPON THEM?" Skall does not sigh, but were this a conversation (...

The chamber is dark. Quiet like the grave. There's a pressure in here, a weight of proportions you can't really make out. You're not sure what exact steps you took to get here, or what drove you to take those steps, but here you are. It's just a storage space, like any other. Lit by choking candleli...