Adventures in Sigil - IC - Part III [4E]

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The stylized black and white crescent mask does nothing to conceal its wearer's identity. Eladrin across the feywild know that both the purple feathered hat above the mask, and the eternal grin surrounded by dark skin below can only belong to one person: Zyrr'delin Morvyndis, the ascended alchemist. His story of the past year isn't quite so bleak as his fellows' and he's quite happy to re-tell it to any who ask.

After his forthright, professional testimony at the Court of Stars, the drow was more welcome than ever amongst the Spring Court. He enjoyed his celebrity status for a month, toasting new friends with one hand and counterstriking new enemies with another, until the razing of the Printempest Estate. Zyrr was quite distraught at the destruction of his new home, and responded with one of his trademark crazy plans.

The first part of this plan brought him to the deck of a demonic ship, facing an unfamiliar captain in a game of Three Dragon Ante surrounded by a familiar crew.

The second saw him in a seedy Prime tavern, recruiting three tieflings with promises of gold.

The third placed him in an alley amongst the endless streets of Sigil, discussing with a ragged, dark-skinned cranium rat killer the blessing that comes with the curse of freedom.

Within months, rumors began circulating across the Feywild and beyond about the ship known simply as the 'Jammer, captained by a drow in a mask of the old triune: jet black for Lolth, lunar white for Eilistraee, and dotted with Corellon's stars. This drow who saw one home closed off to him, another destroyed, and therefore vowed to never stop his voyage until he had avenged those who wronged him. This drow who could appear anywhere, any time, even in two places at once, using knowledge of secrets never uttered.

....The truth of the matter was far more mundane, as Lucan can readily point out. Zyrr and Kosalram came to an agreement: First Mate Kosalram only dons his spare mask while Captain Zyrr is away from the 'Jammer, and in return he gets a rather permanent job as a nearly self-employed man. The crew gets the profit of all the plunder it can get, so long as the only ships and stockpiles it harries are those allied with the Undercities or the Prince of Frost and his lackeys. And as for how they know who to target and where they'll be, well, as he's learned with Pavick time and again, nobody notices a gnome until he makes himself noticed.

And so there Zyrr sits today, the masked privateer, pirate, and hero.