Criminal
Meghera does not remember much. Her name. A portal. Sickening colours merging outside and inside of her. A taste of blood, her blood. When she found herself in Sigil, she understood that much about her had... changed... but she could not remember how. Her demonic shape, somehow she felt it was not the way she was born.
But one memory, more of a feeling really, burned in her head. A god, an all-powerful god, the One True god of her people. A people she does not remember. But she knows she served this god once. Maybe she served him still.
Her instinct, and her fiendish powers, helped her survive in the City of Doors. She was naturally attracted to the seediest parts of town, and soon fell in with street gangs in the Hive. She found she had a natural talent for sneaking, and for killing people. Could that be the way she served her god in her previous life?
Death (session 71): She touched the circlet of Anarchocles to the skull topping the Wand of Orcus, destroying the Wand and its wielder, the High-priest Quah-namog, but also obliterating herself.
Death (session 71): She touched the circlet of Anarchocles to the skull topping the Wand of Orcus, destroying the Wand and its wielder, the High-priest Quah-namog, but also obliterating herself.
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