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I am Fell.
I live in Sigil, the most-likely center of the multiverse, where everything meets.
I am a tattoo artist. I use my symbols, my words and my magic to seal them to flesh and metal and wood. They speak of a person's past, their present, and their future. These symbols are not ink, but rebus.
I speak rebus. As a dabus, I have no spoken word, but instead, written. I am well known for the artistry of these.
I am the proxy of the great Aoskar, portal-father. I am his . He is dead, slain by the Lady of Pain, but I shall bring him back, oh yes. I am the highest of his priests, but also the reason for his death. When I turned from the Lady to the Portal-father, she slayed him.
Not only was the Portal-father slain, but also many of his followers.
I was not.
The Lady needed him dead, and I needed a god. It works out, in the end. I shall being the Portal-father back, and then the time shall be right.
I live in Sigil, the most-likely center of the multiverse, where everything meets.
I am a tattoo artist. I use my symbols, my words and my magic to seal them to flesh and metal and wood. They speak of a person's past, their present, and their future. These symbols are not ink, but rebus.
I speak rebus. As a dabus, I have no spoken word, but instead, written. I am well known for the artistry of these.
I am the proxy of the great Aoskar, portal-father. I am his . He is dead, slain by the Lady of Pain, but I shall bring him back, oh yes. I am the highest of his priests, but also the reason for his death. When I turned from the Lady to the Portal-father, she slayed him.
Not only was the Portal-father slain, but also many of his followers.
I was not.
The Lady needed him dead, and I needed a god. It works out, in the end. I shall being the Portal-father back, and then the time shall be right.