Modron / Slaad


The Lady of Pain had taken time out from her busy schedule of floating around Sigil's endlessly looped streets to chill in her crib. Now, she was lounging on a divan in her "Let me slip into something more comfortable" attire: - a very feminine peignoir composed entirely of cleavers and boning knives. In one slender, steel-colored hand she gently swirled the contents of a crystal snifter: a potent cocktail of magnesium and distilled sibling rivalry, 80% proof. After all, tonight was quite a special occasion.

She watched as tonight's 'guests' goggled horrified at each other, from the farthest reaches of her canopied bed. A modron and a slaad. Here on the Outer Planes, where beliefs shaped reality, it was the ultimate crack pairing...

TO BE CONTINUED